Tonalité : C# minor•
Verse 1
G#m
C#m
You know sometimes in this game,
being a Latino coming up in this industry,
G#m
C#m
it's like a fight with your
back up against the wall,
you know what I'm saying?
A
G#m
You gotta give it your all,
C#m
don't give a fuck,
keep on riding to the motherfucking end,
you know?
G#
C#m
Against all odds,
coming up from the barrio,
this is why I stay on the streets,
homie.
A
G#m
I've been patiently waiting to
C#m
make a statement
that could strengthen the heart,
G#m
C#m
the underdog of the stretch
A
and quick to bite when you bark,
G#m
C#m
fight when you talk like clock,
I'm quick to bomb first,
Almost died in bursts and then I bit,
A
ducking hell's curse
G#m
Making moves,
C#m
stay connected while I'm breaking,
G#m
sticking me in my unit
C#m
Keeping mov ing,
A
G#m
C#m
stacking sins like 50 calliers after we back
Motherfuckers, we back
They give us guns,
they give us drugs,
A
it's like a motherfucking track
G#m
C#m
Three stripes, police slice,
late nights with street fights
G#m
C#m
Motherfuckers be over there by
A
before they reach and get right
G#
C#m
Falling a victim to the system,
always going in them circles
In the studio writing verses
while I'm choking on purple
A
G#m
C#m
My life's a quick flash,
good cars with quick cash
G#m
You could always tell who's winning the war,
A
G#
who's standing up last
G#m
C#m
Ball head s in blue brass,
brown skin covered with tacks
No rides on
Hunters, no stash,
A
spots for stolen scraps
G#m
C#m
I'm from the side where the gang bangs
A
Day to day, it's the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
Put it in work until they come and get you, homie,
A
cause I'm a rider
G#m
C#m
I'm the side where the gang bangs
I was raised to do the same thing
G#m
C#m
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' the tank
My anger always keep a
one in the chamber,
A
cause homie, I'm a rider
G#m
C#m
I come from a broken home,
I'm had to work
My dad was gone,
was introduced to the street
A
My only friend was my cronch
C#m
G#
C#m
Until I met some
fools that's just like me
G#m
That grew up rough like me
C#m
That just don't give a fuck like me
A
G#m
Quit the throbs and ableist
C#m
thoughts
And quit the bust like me
G#m
All on the waistline is where
A
I tuck my heat
G#m
C#m
Cortez in bed, David Spice shirts
And Dickey jackets, 25s, not 380s
A
G#m
Even them automatics through I .A
C#m
And juvenile hom ie
and my peers were educated
G#m
C#m
Share the tip for those who didn't
A
make it living
Gang related,
G#m
C#m
most wanted and most hated
Living high and sedated
Different spots getting rated
All my homies affiliated,
A
G#m
so what now?
C#m
This is how I live, there's a check
Me and my homies kick the dust
A
till there's no dirt on the ground
G#m
And I thank God
C#m
that I'm still here doin'
this rap shit
G#m
C#m
Some of the homies servin' time
A
of the homies in caskets
G#m
C#m
I'm from the side where the gang bangs
A
Day to day, this the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
G#m
Put it in work until they come
C#m
A
and get you, homie, cause I'm a rider
G#m
C#m
I'm the side where the gang bangs
A
I was raised to do the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' a tank
My anger always keep a
one in the chamber
A
Cause homie, I'm a rioter
G#m
C#m
I was raised as a latino,
a son of an immigrant
Look that different cause
of my skin tone
G#m
Never gave a shit a minority
C#m
In this so called land
of equal opportunity
G#m
Live with a criminal cause I broke the laws
C#m
A
They said in my community,
G#m
where's the unity?
C#m
Browns killing browns on the daily
G#m
C#m
In a world so cruel and shady
A
Gotta keep a 380
G#m
C#m
and they keep feeding us drugs
All throughout the neighborhoods,
that methamphetamine burn
It's all so up to no good
A
G#m
C#m
Homie, space of the life sit tin'
Skin stuck with no choice
It's like a demon's
on your shoulder
A
When you can't shake the voice
C#m
G#m
Gon' play all day
C#m
Body bags and white chalk,
the city of lost angels
In the crooked -ass cops,
A
G#m
departments known for
C#m
corruption
Enforcing these gang injustices
like a city full of crooked shit
A
G#m
I really can't fuss,
and I hear that saying a lot
C#m
Only the strong survive,
G#m
but even the strong,
A
they fall a victim to this wicked -ass lot
G#m
C#m
I'm from the side where they gang bang
A
Day to day, it's the same thing
C#m
G#m
C#m
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep running, ducking officials
Put it in work until they come and get you, homie,
A
cause I'm a ride
G#m
C#m
I'm from the side where they gang bang
I was raised to do the same thing
A
C#m
G#m
C#m
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' the tank
My anger always keep a one in
the chamber
A
Cause homie, I'm a rider
G#m
C#m
And this is ex actly why
I stay on the streets, homie
G#
Knee deep in this shit
C#m
Cause I run the streets,
I'm from the streets
A
G#m
C#m
The streets embrace a motherfucker,
you know what I'm sayin'?
G#
C#m
Much love 2006, homie
A
This shit don't stop, homie
G#m
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