Tonart: D minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
I was knuckle -headed, packin' a switch
Robbin' houses, jumpin' walls,
try not to scuff on my kicks
Black gloves on my hands,
leave no trace of the titter
Blue rag on my face, blue still for the hit
A product of this gassy shit,
California streets
Possess me, been labeled a criminal
since the first time they arrest me
Tried to frame me down under pressure,
but never did they stress me
Knowing the code of the streets,
and these streets'll be the
death me baptized
Body scythes, I'm a gangster by blood
A product of the vortigo
that was corrupted by drugs
From the land of crooked cops,
raw mood, they bust up
Sentenced to them institutions
Gm
all surrounded by thugs
Dm
Introduced to the judicial system
at the age of nine
Gm
Dm
By the ten to age of twelve,
I was serving some time
Gm
Dm
These fools kill, pass away,
others drop docs
Eb
But I'm still in these streets
Dm
bringing sounds of crime
The streets are filled with
the sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind,
everywhere I go
Gm
I'm packing my knife
Dm
All I can hear is the shots
and screams in the silence
Gm
I wonder if tonight I'll be living or dying
Dm
The streets are filled with the
sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind,
everywhere I go
I'm packing my knife
All I can hear is my life go by
In and out of doing time,
Eb
going deaf from the sounds of crime
Dm
At the same time, profit loss drops,
we're at it again
I was sendin' my homie,
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Dm
we like shootin' Feds to the pen
Runnin' a muck on these guys,
beggin', makin' no friends
All that food, Mr. Criminal,
yeah, they heard about him
Around the same time,
little Rob drive crazy lights
I was in the water pullin' food,
Scott's earnin' my stripes
Used to fuck, light a shade
on a Sunday at the park
Gm
But Sunday was the same day,
Dm
I used to catch roofs at the door
Know not to be so little,
always make it take spark
I was blessed with a vision,
see it through with no heart
Just like Mr. Capone, I'm a modern day
Cash ain't got no love for these prices
Gm
As I bang with the Legos
Dm
Level of failure more or less,
a failure to society
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CHP pulls me over, a failure to sobriety
Dm
Issue criminal many warrants,
cause a failure to appear
Eb
You can call me what you want,
but not a failure this year
Dm
The streets are filled with
the sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind, everywhere I go
Gm
I'm packing my knife
Dm
All I can hear is the shots
that scream in the silence
Gm
I wonder if tonight I'll be living or dying
Dm
The are filled with the sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind, everywhere I go
I'm packing my knife
All I can hear is my life go by
In and out of do or die,
Eb
going deaf from the sounds of crime
Dm
It's dedicated to the homies
doing time behind bars
Gm
Tatted tears, war wounds,
soldier stories and scars
Dm
Go refuse with no remorse
and no regress for the law
Gm
Dm
Criminal bag with the best from homie,
I've seen it all
Homicides, brains drop,
mothers cry till pain stops
Light a candle on the spot
of the son that they lost
This is real life shit
in the streets of California
Eb
Reality with a twist when
it hits you in the car
Dm
I only speak of the things I've seen
and only what I know
All my life's been corrupted
Gm
streets created of criminals
send your blessings down on the G
Even if I went blind,
I can't erase what I see
Just tryna stay alive,
cause I witnessed so many
tragedies
Frustrated and casualties,
doomed with this reality
Only 22 years old,
so I'm staying ahead of my time
Eb
So much in a short life
with these sounds of crime
Dm
The streets are filled with
the sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind,
everywhere I go
Gm
I'm packing my knife
Dm
All I can hear is the shots
that scream in the silence
I wonder if tonight I'll be living or dying
The streets are filled with the
sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind
Everyone's going back in my mind
All I can hear is my life go by
In and out of due time
Eb
Going deaf from the sounds of crime
Gm
You going deaf from the sounds of crime
Dm
Eb
Dm
You going blind from
the sounds of crime
You try to run from the sounds of crime
Eb
Dm
You give up death from
the sounds of crime
Your mother cried for the sounds of crime
Your people run from
the sounds of crime
You're gonna die from
Dm
The streets are filled with
the sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind,
everywhere I go
I'm packing my knife
All I can hear is the shots
that scream in the silence
I wonder if tonight I'll be living to die
Gm
Dm
The are filled with the sounds of crime
Got me losing my mind,
everywhere I go
I'm packing my knife
All I can hear is my life go by
In and out of due time,
Eb
Dm
going deaf from the sounds of crime you
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