Текст песни
You had it right in the first place. Looking for a regular job
Being a citizen. You don't want a piece of this. Mani, for 99 guys
Out of 100, this is lose-lose. Not like the way it was 30 years ago
Not like the stories your uncle was telling us when we were growing
Up. Now it's either a bullet in the
Back of your head, or jail for life
Yo, I'm waking up, start my day off with a spliff
Blow the smoke in the room and see that demons do exist, man
It's chapter one homie, I ain't gotta tell you twice
Living on my block, every day you might be facing life
25 Years homie, doing vida
Look into the eyes of a kid and dime lo que miran
You never know when it comes to the street shit
I like my hoes bad, ain't got time for no weak bitch
Northeast, that's my area, you heard of it
I'm cocky like I'm Gotti when the motherfucking verdict's in
Free Sporty, doing 10 in the feds
He rapping on the phone when he calling me collect shit
Bad bitch, bad weed, got the best bottle
Living through my music, every day you might be gone tomorrow
Cloud storm, we stay repping for the youth
The little ghetto kids that only know to shoot, what
Life on the block 'cause we coming with that street shit
Never talk to cops homie, no exposing secrets
Life on the streets ain't always what it seems
Little kids die but don't know how to dream
Life on the block 'cause we coming with that street shit
Never talk to cops homie, no exposing secrets
Life on the streets ain't always what it seems
Little kids die but don't know how to dream
Haciendo vida, homies todos tristes
Hacen lo que hacen pero eso no se dice
Soy el demonio, vivo con los diablos
Drogadictos pandilleros marihuanos
Aquí estamos en la guerra en el barrio
Me pongo loco con los hongos, Super Mario
Tirando party, mujeres de Costa Rica
Líneas, puro polvo, bienvenidos, coca rica
En estas calles matan por la fama
Ángeles, la muerte, ¿cómo quieren a mi alma?