[Intro] In '76 you know they stop fighting Niggas start shooting You know it was something new to me You know we use to fight all the time The next minute I'm runnin from gunshots So, the only thing I said to myself Say man are we gonna start doing what they're doing You know the same thing they do to us We do to them [?]...but you had to either do or die Or stay in the house You know fight or stay in the house So I wasn't gon' stay in the house for nobody....
[Verse 1] I ain't never really care about shit Soon as my father abandoned his kids I was down for the problems I promised my momma I wasn't gonna die, so I got this revolver Hammers will heal what a fist can't fix Won't get down I'ma sent 'bout six Ain't no questions, I'm wit' that shit On the highway to hell but it still ain't jail Gotta plug and a scale, tryna make this money Crooked ass police tryna take this from me Either watch yo step, or you catch that weap Niggas take your life cause you ain't worth shit Tell my momma don't trust not a soul that she meet 9 times outta ten niggas just like me Tryna come up off the next man Hammer in my left hand Voice from grandma yelling from the dead
[Hook] She said just pray to sweet Lord Jesus But he can't do shit, when you bleeding Still ain't got no food in that freezer You gon' do whatever you need cause God don't come when there's niggas at the door Shimmy shimmy ya, I'ma give to him raw Roaches in the hallway, sleeping on the floor Welcome to the land of the lost and destroyed
[Verse 2] My brother Smalls, told a nigga focus on the money But why try when they tryna take a nigga under Spend a thousand every-time a nigga make a hundred And they wonder why I'm wild when I'm out in public Demons form in the presences of nothing but struggle It's easy to hustle when knowing nobody love you Ain't nothing to lose, this money to gain Fuck playing by the rules, shoot him his brain Life change when you take shit by the reins Sitting in the rain wit' a Glock nine Waiting for the bus on Ximeno I wish a bitch would roll by on some funny shit Niggas know I got mines Hard times make nigga face hard time in a cell Never heard of Hell, only heard of home Hardly ever there, shit, I rather roam Voice from grandma yelling from the dead
[Hook] She said just pray to sweet Lord Jesus But he can't do shit, when you bleeding Still ain't got no food in that freezer You gon' do whatever you need cause God don't come when there's niggas at the door Shimmy shimmy ya, I'ma give to him raw Roaches in the hallway,sleeping on the floor Welcome to the land of the lost and destroyed
[Verse 3] If 1st and 2nd Corinthians, could give a nigga spinnin rims Or Christina Milian, I'd prolly give that shit a chance Coulda went the college route, but I choose the nigga plan Broken heart sitting on my path, try and watch my step God blessed the child with a gift then he turned his back Told him choose his own way, guess I chose the wrong way But it's only one way, either wit' the gunplay Or you getting dumped on, nigga ain't a soul safe I live my life as if a nigga could get killed tonight Niggas running at they mouth like they wanna die I ain't the passive nigga most would probably wanna try In the land of the lost only the strong survive Riding round wit' 4s under the seat In a four door jeep that's 400 degrees Looking for my enemies, they haunt me when I sleep So any motherfucker that taunt me getting shotTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
