[Intro] Yea! Yea I done learn from mistake like who´s my men and who´s not
Like who´s gone run and who´s not? Like who´s gone shoot if you shot? Who gone hold they own who´s not Who´s gone choose spots?
[Chorus] In the streets of New York you can´t trust nobody Nigga´s will run up on you wit a 12 gauge shorty Loyalty comes free and smokin´ weed is my hobby You wanna rob me your gonna leave here wit a body
[Verse 1] When I was 10 years old I seen a nigga take 3 in the head Probably around the same time he used to pee in the bed I stay a wake cuz my nightmares of seeing him dead
The smell of burnt tire after leaving him lead The killer fled wit a fucking laugh My heart pumping on blast I just stare at him slumped in the grass Arms moving figure shaking spitting up blood DNA mixed in the mud another ditch to be dug There I stood stiffer than wood See homie use to buy me candy Now he´s gone whose provide his family My ear ringing should have been runnin´ I never thought I could be that sick Damn! I was suppose to see that sh*t That´s when I thought it was more than 3 shots He could have been aiming for me Maybe he circled around the block I turn around to my pops He like what happen? This nigga rolled up and started clappin´
I can still hear em´ laughin´
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[Verse 2] It was a regular day in Southside Sprink-aklers kids running all of a sudden Heads turning somebody did somethin´ This nigga name I forgot F**k it he lived around the block Regular getting money nigga But love to clown a lot Walked across the park stuntin´ frontin´ Diamond in his hear diamond watch on Eatin´ a bag of popcorn Walked up behind this shorty grabbin´ her waist She pushed him away so he threw the bag in her face
She felt disrespected shorty couldn´t except it Called him a p**sy told him she be back in a second He didn´t pay her no mind called her b**ch bout 4 times Stayed in the park wit no niggas wit and no nine Then in no time older nigga From behind swung a baseball bat Left his face all cracked told him take all that Hit him again popped his chain wit a frown Left the clown wit his stain on the ground
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[Verse 3] Now all my days go by blowing that sticky icky California made me picky chicken heads trying to stick me wit a hicky
If we go up quickly stick me Somewhere tipsy the location don´t matter I´m Southside to they hit me I´d be dead it foots can kill I´m from the ghetto boys But I don´t know scarface I´d push wit bill My heart spills for the kids That ain´t got nothing They gotta steal and For my cousin I lost Slumped over the steering wheel