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