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    Nowadays you gotsta walk the street and watch your back
    Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowin how to act
    They always pull the glock when somebody rocks at night
    And if they get shot they offer shit should the cops
    Now tell me this aint livin foul
    She just had a baby child and shes back to sellin cracks valve's
    On the Ave cause shes addicted to the fast cash
    How long will that last before the cops be up in that ass
    But honey-dip dont wanna listen cause shes in no position
    Now nobody gives a pot to piss in
    Her life is stuck and filled with bad luck
    So she fucks and fucks to earn another buck
    She don't really care about pride
    And she jumps into another ride then comitted suicide

    Chorus:

    Hey Yo, this goes on it don't stop
    Everybody's doin' their own thing
    From hooker in the drug slang (repeat 2)

    Times is gettin' hard, word is bond, I sware God
    I even got caught tryin' to steal from the junkyard
    A born tebba, A rebel without a pause
    Ain't nevah had a good Christmas so who is Santa Claus
    I walk the streets at night with my head down
    In this lil town you see clowns that wanna be down
    So they get a glock a lick shots to get props
    And win shit rocks so you can hear when the shells drop
    An old man got shot in the parkin' lot
    In front of my buildin' I hang with his grandchildren
    And for the nigga that pulled the trigga and tried to slide
    And hide, but he got knocked by da homicide
    And this happens everyday around my way
    So I pray that I can live anotha day

    Chorus

    Hey Yo, get a load of this guy you know the Mr. Hard
    He the one who talk about gats but aint' bustin nobody
    He speaks the name game so he can just maintain
    I'd blow him out the frame but his mom said he gang bang
    But his rep was hi-tech in the projects
    Pulled his nuckle-jacks so he got mad respect
    The niggaz in hoodiez packed up their loaded gats
    Met up in the back so they could plan the attack
    Wasn't hard to tell that these kids was no joke
    They let the pistol smoke and at nine was dopin and coked
    I seen it happen everyday where I live
    I know a few brothers, drug dealers, most of them fugitives

    Chorus
    (repeat till fade)

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