Tonart: C# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
C#m
You know sometimes in this game,
being a latino coming up in this industry,
G#m
C#m
it's like a fight with your
back up against the wall,
you know what I'm saying?
A
G#m
C#m
Gotta give it your all, don't give a fuck,
keep on riding to the motherfucking end,
you know?
G#
C#m
Against all odds,
coming up from the barrio,
this is why I stay on the streets,
homie.
A
G#m
I've been patiently waiting to
that could straighten the heart,
G#m
C#m
the underdog, the distraction,
A
quick to bite when you bark,
G#m
fight when you talk,
C#m
Like Pac, I'm quick to bomb first,
almost died in bursts
since then
A
I've been ducking hell's curse
C#m
stay connected while I'm breaking,
G#m
they're sticking me in my unit
A
stacking cents like 50 calliers,
G#m
C#m
act to be back
Motherfuckers be back,
they give us guns,
they give us drugs,
A
it's like a motherfucking track
G#m
C#m
Three strikes, police slice,
late nights with street fights
Motherfuckers be over there by
A
before they reach the device
G#
C#m
Falling a victim to the system,
always going in the circles
In the studio writing verses
while I'm choking on purple
A
G#m
C#m
My life's a quick flash,
good cars with quick cash
G#m
You could always tell who's winnin' the war,
A
G#
who's standin' up last
G#m
C#m
Ball head s in blue brass,
brown skin covered with tacks
Low rides on hundreds,
what's so distracted?
G#m
C#m
from the side where they gang bang
A
Day to day, this the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
Puttin' in work until they come and get you,
G#m
C#m
I'm the side where they gang bang
I was raised to do the same thing
G#m
C#m
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' the tank
My anger always keep a
one in the chamber,
G#m
C#m
Come from a broken home, I'm had to work,
my dad was gone,
was introduced to the street
A
G#
My only friend was my cronch
C#m
Until I met some fools that's just like me
G#m
That grew up rough like me,
A
that just don't give a fuck like me
G#m
Quick to throw up their neighborhood
C#m
scars
and quick to bust like me
G#m
C#m
All on the waistline
A
is where I tuck my heat
G#m
Cortez in bandanas,
C#m
white shirts and hinky jackets
25s, not 380s,
A
G#m
even them automatics through I .A.
C#m
In juvenile home,
me and my peers were educated
G#m
Share the tip for those
C#m
who didn't make it,
G#m
Most wanted and most hated,
C#m
living high and sedated
Different spots gettin' raided,
all my homies affiliated,
A
G#m
so what now?
C#m
This is how I lived as a champ,
me and my homies kicked up
dust
A
so there's no dirt on the ground
C#m
that I'm still here doin'
this rap shit
Some of the homies servin' time,
G#m
C#m
I'm from the side where they gang bang,
A
day to day it's the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
G#m
C#m
Put it in work until they come
and get you, homie,
G#m
C#m
I'm from the side where they gang bang,
A
I was raised to do the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' the tank
My anger always keep a
runnin' in the chamber
A
Cause homie, I'm a rider
G#m
C#m
I was raised as a Latino,
a son of an immigrant
Look that different cause
of my skin tone
G#m
Never gave a shit a minority
C#m
In this so -called land
of equal opportunity
G#m
Living a criminal cause I broke the law
C#m
A
They said in my community,
G#m
where's the unity?
C#m
Browns killin' browns on the daily
G#m
C#m
In the worst of cruel and shady
C#m
G#m
C#m
and they keep feedin' us drugs
All throughout the neighborhoods,
that methamphetamine burn
A
It's also up to no good, homie
G#m
C#m
Space of the life sit tin' skin,
stuck with no choice
It's like a demon's
on your shoulder
A
when you can't shake the voice
G#m
C#m
Gonna play all day,
body bags and white chalk
The city of lost angels
and the crooked -ass cops
A
G#m
Departments known for
enforcing these gang injustices
Like a city full of crooked shit,
A
G#
I really kept fussin'
G#m
I hear that sayin' a lot,
C#m
only the strong survive
G#m
But even the strong,
A
they fall a victim to this wicked -ass lot
G#m
C#m
I'm from the side where they gang bang
A
Day to day, it's the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
Puttin' in work until they come and get you, homie,
A
G#m
C#m
cause I'm a ride
I was raised to do the same thing
G#m
C#m
Straight living a life of danger,
banging a tank
My anger always keep a
one in the chamber
A
Cause homie, I'm a rider
C#m
And this is exactly why I stay on the streets,
homie
Knee deep in this shit
G#
C#m
Cause I run the streets,
I'm from the streets
A
G#m
C#m
The streets embrace a motherfucker,
you know what I'm saying?
G#
C#m
Much love, 2006, hom ie
A
G#m
This shit don't stop, homie
You
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