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You know it`s hard, out here in the streetsA pity we gotta be in these streetsHaters, are everywhereCause shit and with somethin` deeper than you and meIt`s hard, a cold, cold worldSometimes can`t even trust ya own girlGotta stand here and face my fearsAin`t gonna shed no more tearsI started younger than most, got turned out sellin` dopeSkippin` school to fuck bitches, carryin` guns in my coatWith dreams to sit on meal tickets, if I slang enough of this shitBecome a boss and be a made man, impossible to hitBuy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gatesCold killers on the payroll, `case they come for the safeBuild a empire, they can`t infiltrateWe all aspire to be kings but we could end up bein` inmatesSee it ain`t all peaches and cream, take a look at the gamePour out some Hennessy and take a walk down memory laneI lost so many homiesChasin` this American dream for Cuban links and LamborghinisTalkin` ballin` supreme, look in my eyesAnd you can see the pain I`m feelin` inside, look in the skyAnd ask the Lord to be my strength and my guide, and wonder why?He put us here, because the ghetto is hell, we hypnotizedIt`s like the Devil got us under a spell, under a spell..[Hook: repeat 2X]Trapped..In this ghetto prison and I`m alwaysStrapped..People are acting crazy and I can`tRelax..I ain`t gon` stress it anymore I won`t shed no tearsFor half my life cats been tryin` to have my lifeI been, blasted twice by jealous bastards rightAnd I done banked more cats than niggaz done wrote rapsDone balled off dope sacksFell off and came backI done knocked on niggaz` doors with strapsSplit they wigs with lumberjacksBeat they ass with baseball batsNigga how real is that?I done seen a lotta sick ass shitQuit fuckin` wit` some of my niggaz cuz they did a lot of trick ass shitAnd all my best friend been gone for ten with no release, stay..Caged like an animal 23 hours a dayThey hit us up with secret indicments and three strikersThey send us everywhere from Pelican Bay to RikersI got, scars and stripes been scarred for lifeAlmost, lost my life fuckin` with faulters twiceWho can you trust? When ya best friend`ll cross you upAnd turn state`s evidence for the deal that he cut[Hook]We used to stab out in my Chevy Impala, wit` no brakesThe whole crew packin` tre-five-sevens, and thirty-eights, like Doc HolidayBailin` from the Fifty, and barely got awayBaby G`s... High speedin`, sippin on TanquerayTryin`a take the pain away, cuz we all in povertyAnd ain`t no way out but bank robberies or the lotteryI roam the block, swallowin` D, strapped with the ride low, (??)Whatever it takes, to get the Expos and TahoesAnd only God knows, what they gon` hit us with nextThey tryin`a scare us off the set, cuttin` off welfare checksAnd tearin` down the projects, where niggaz grew up as GsAnd three strikes`ll get ya life, in the land of the freeI often pray for paradise, for all my niggaz and meWe came a long way, we all seeds from a strong treeBut took the wrong way, the life of drug dealin` and crimeNiggaz` drugs spillin` and killin` with nines, killin` our kind[Hook] - 2X

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