How cool is gang banging? It's love when you and your homies hanging huh? Your uncles head did it so it's a chain reaction Relate to your homies because them two are bastards Feel that your hood colour look good in Jordans Striking your name on the wall to feel important Banging on niggaz hoping they push a line Say the wrong street corner it's go time
But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' turn into a bullet If the index finger pull it cameras coming for the footage Channel 9, Channel 11, Aiming Nines, Mack 11 Another baby for the reverend Of the casks take action In a matter of a second nothing matters when you reppin for your turf Hold it down, have heart - Put in work That's the moral of the story when you're worried and you're wicked And your ments will never get it It's a sickness when you kill your own kind
[Chorus:] Different names different sides But I could see it in your eyes That you're (just like me) and I'm (just like you) Your (just like me) n I'm (I'm just like you) It's up to you to decide How your gonna change your life Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you) Your (just like me) n I'm (just like you)
How cool is selling drugs? It's love when you and yours is making bucks huh? Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction Risking somebody's house just to get it cracking Now everybody see you as a D-Boy You shinning bright now It was hard to be a decoy Serving them junkies to get some quick cash To give to your mama because she doing bad
Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something If you don't look out for nothin Knock, knock, knock the feds are coming You ain't even really thinking Cause your mind is on the money Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody.
But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit So you serve him 30 minutes He O.D. off the shit That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked But your mind will never get it It's a sickness when you kill your own kind
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You ever throw your life away? On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face Or perhaps living in the fast lane Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains It's just a thought but don't stress it man Just know somebody's mama out there sufferin' Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet Feel victim from all this gang shooting
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Man these niggaz out here walling All the hooping and the hallan Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents Yet your mom never promised my nigga I'm being honest Better wake up fast Last of a dying breed All I do is press facts, jack Look, the moral of the story Souring hearts will never feel it Plus their minded is really twisted It's a sickness when you kill your own kind
[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
