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Chorus I show ya how to do it now homie, cuz its ok To make positive music now baby, put all of the guns away I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but I'm trying to make a change Cuz there's to many of my dogs and comrades, homies done past away Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and essays And thugs wit short tempers that are quick to spray Then throw up a gang sign reppin they set I'm from the west man, this is bout as hard as it gets Tha projects saturated wit drugs and dealers And the streets consist of the guns and cold killas It's bad enough man the odds is against me And homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp trees They say the only way for me to push Bentley's is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip empty All these demons slowly trying to tempt me You'll never make a difference bone, but God sent me to Revolutionize the style the used to And reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suits Came to try to make some of you open your eyes And realize what really happens homie after you die Will the killing ever cease, it's like we got a sick disease That makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets Gotta break the generational curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse What's worse, is we promote it though songs and movies Banned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and Uzis SongtexteThen we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying Gangsta's riding and gangs multiplying, at such fast rapid rate Could it be all the hero's man kind create We teach children how to murder in these video games So all they do is imitate what's inside of their brain Cuz to them all of the killing is cool, so they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the school And then leave them other children wounded and dead Then realize what they did and turn the gun to they head Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep Throw up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeep Then leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of blood Resting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased Bullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streets It's a war zone where we willing, patnas dying and got collect calls from tha prison Twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars Pimps, and curb servers and golden state warriors That ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life In a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mail Where destiny is hell, you should a known gangstas never retire It's blood, blood out, homie, devil's a liar Aus Songtexte Mania