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[Chorus: C-Rayz Walz] We live! Where ya close friends die And they say that a man ain't supposed to cry We live! Amongst the stress and struggle And we know that the beast don't love you! We live! Next door to rats and gats And the cats in the back sellin crack We live! Where there's no God in the sky But we live cause we can't die! [C-Rayz Walz] We live, where +Heavy Metal+ ain't a rock magazine Not f'real, but you'll get shot down with glock magazines I feel, when we do good we did wrong Dougie got murdered in the hood, but he still lives on He played ball in the snow, with that bubblegoose warm Tryin to clap boards, without turf shoes on We live where the ambulance takes too long When your ass is on the line, like you dressed in thongs Be strong! The same thing I told my mother With blood on her shoulder, as she was holdin my brother We live! Where doo-rags stay under the hat And you don't want waves, but the bandana gotta match And some still rock gold, but everybody went plat' Lookin at the ground like YO WHASSUP WIT DAT? We live where some people fight fair SongtexteEverybody got a pair of Nike Airs and police is right there [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] We live, where I could be the next man out And shit is really +Ludacris+ now like +Def Jam South+ Just l-let me know, what's ya fantasy Mine is to live 'til 50, with a family Can it all be so simple then? The instrumental ends On stage I kill it, with a stenciled pen It's not strange, how the whole thing went down It's a shame, everybody wanna bling chain now We live! Where the young ones is bigger than me It used to be P-A-L and Little League That's dead now, nobody wanna play on the block Everybody want rims, and a big face knot It's not a game, I don't coach, I watch From the sidelines, players be missin they shots! And I still clap! Cause I know how it is TIME OUT! We be tryin to score where we live [Chorus] [C-Rayz Walz] We live, where a 40 and a blunt is breakfast And police swerve to serve and disrespect us Churches gassed us, Chinese foods induce asthma Roaches run fast, the rats run faster This feeling got a few cracks, the corner's flooded Tell me who want it, we wake up from bad dreams runnin Basketball games feel like heaven I married the streets - Uncle Ben threw rice at the wedding Classic, like a slapbox festival Or when cats come home from doin five live federal Surrounded by cheese like Domino, cat be cool Mommy's got a gat, papi too Next to the liquor store, next to the church Cause of the verse I'm in the Vibe, next on the verbs Cause of the dirt in my past, I'm still grimy Still livin movin forward with death behind me [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania