Tonart: D major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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regular day in the streets of LA
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As I step out the house
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I bow my head and I pray
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Got a lot on my mind as I step outside
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Put my system up loud
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as soon as I hop in the ride
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Crumbs up the boulevard
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with the smile on my face
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just so I could feel safe
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Streets is hotter than hell,
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I'm on the grind to get mine,
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making moves to get fed
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this street life is deadly
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Disrespect, I'll spill your noodles
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like a bowl of spaghetti
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and little homie watch your back
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I ain't tryna fuckin' peep,
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but yo I been through that
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So what the fuck is next,
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this fuckin' life is a test
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Sometimes I'm wonderin'
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if I get a chance to rest
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My whole life is stress,
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got me feeling depressed
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Sometimes I wonder why I
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got myself in this mess
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So I just bark it up,
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cause what else can I do?
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Times I face all my fears,
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Somebody's got to die,
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Cause we can never be friends,
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you little punk asshole
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I'm from the city of Los,
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and no matter where you go
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We're selling first class tickets
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Just listen
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In this crazy world, we be dodging
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and we ducking everything
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When the streets are watching
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and we steadily hustling
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doing any thing to survive.
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In this time we're living
can't get caught a slip
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ping and no tripping
no we choose to die,
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cause the pressures are deadly
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so we gotta be ready to do
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anything to survive.
F#m
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I'm from a city called Pico
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where these people live scandalous
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where these people put money
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before their own lives,
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where these hoodas set you up
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and make your bitches testify.
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We got these coward motherfuckers
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Fuckin' bitches spittin' fiction,
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that mean these cowards
ain't real
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I know some real -ass killers
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and they're off of my click
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Southeast motherfuckers peaked up,
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And I gotta stay high
just to deal with the stress
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4 -4, Desert Eagle and my
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And my drug of choice
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has to be the fuckin' kind
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Ten blunts to the dome
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and I'm still tryna get high
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Ten more blunts to the neck
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and now I'm feelin' fine
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Nothin' on the police scanner,
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now I'm startin' to unwind
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Just committed a crime,
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now another bottle died
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It's a sign of the times,
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now another mother cries
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On these southeast streets,
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man, your life is obsolete
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That's why these hoodlums don't care,
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that's why they pack my
fuckin' heat
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That's why I tell you stay high,
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watch these bitches cause they lie
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Cause at the end of the night,
I'm on a mission to survive
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In this crazy world,
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we be dodgin' and we duckin'
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Everything just to stay alive
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When the streets are watchin'
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and we steadily hustlin'
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Doin' anything to survive
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In this time we're livin',
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can't get caught a slippin'
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Ain't no drippin' or we choose to die
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Cause the pressures are deadly
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so we gotta be ready to do
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In this crazy world
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we be dodging and we ducking
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everything just to stay alive
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When the streets are watching
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and we steadily hustling
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doing any thing to survive
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In this time we're living
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can't get caught us slipping and no
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tripping no we choose to die
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Cause the pressures are deadly
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so we gotta be ready to do anything
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to survive
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Just listen
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Just listen
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Listen
Outro 1
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