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[LV:] Shady...yeah [Havikk:] They got me sittin' back thinkin' Thinkin' about my G's loc Rolls to their grave site Pray as I kneels low Thinkin' about the good times Why you had to die G My Moms said be strong But I'm feeling kind of lonely Yeah Mr. Havikk feelin' kind of shadey I realize where gangs hanging Ain't the place to raise a damn baby Tryin' to be an OG means you gotta G-Ride But if you G-Ride one time is gonna who-ride Put the guns on lock down Keep your head up My homies dyin' day by day I'm gettin' fed up yo I reminisce about the way back times When you used to hang out, shoot hoops and kick rhymes yo It gets deeper You gotta watch your back loc Or your whole block'll be the victim of a damn nine-Glock So wake up and stop sleepin' Songtexte187 ain't no way loc And you can still roll in your 6-4 [LV:] Mr. Havikk The ghetto's got you shadey [Havikk:] I still gotta watch my back Even though my G's claim they got it I'm stayin' on the down low I'm keepin' it in the closet Chillin' with my locs dippin' fo's Stayin' outta trouble support your troops Yo one luv cuz and blood Pass me the dank Oh no G that ain't me I don't drink or smoke just to prove that I'm down G Doin' a drive-by ain't no way in the 9-5 Take another life because he lives on the eastside Keisha always said baby those ain't your true friends Now you got a son and he loves you more than all of them My homies startin' trippin' 'Cuz Hav stopped the bangin' Stopped the dope slangin' I tried to make a change in my hood OG's recognize and let the BG's know Put it down for the truths in the 9-4 One time on my tip actin' wicked They took me downtown for an unpaid ticket [LV:] Mr. Havikk The ghetto's got you shadey [Havikk:] Fresh out the county Tryin' to start a new life Had to put the guns down Threw away the blue dice Mom's told me Brian they'll be days like this Keep your head on your shoulders but I when I counted backwards Only jail keeps me sweated on the daily Because I look gangsta I stay in all the danger Fools wanna trip 'cuz I left the hood They swear a G jack a G but to me yo it's all good I rather be a punk OG Than a dead OG Doin' all that time in the county Snitch-afied fools trippin' hard off the Hav I'm gettin paid in this game and jealous fools just make me laugh Now my life is kind of coolio I still put's it down for my hood yeah foolio One less G in the hood doin' an idiotic drive-by But still I puts it down for the westside [LV:] [Repeat and fade:] Mr. Havikk The ghetto's got you shade Aus Songtexte Mania