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commin from the block where u dont fuck one secound and your brotha got a glock im just a lil boy ma own homeboy get me feelin paranoid ''die'' i cant take that noice how can i explane the hopeless pain i got 2 the game street fame got me goin insane thug life how can i explane the way i play that i can't lay back i gotta worry about the pay back drugz do so u can't stay ahh drugz do so u cant pay ahh ma brotha callin me 2 say he'z a murder now cuz he heard about some body from the south there wanna sell him out maybe itz time 2 mowe got tell me what can i do its alle up 2 u ... Choruz: the hood is so cold aint nobody give a fuck its goin so crazy with tha thugz in da block aint nobody give a fuck aint nobody give a fuck aint nobody give a fuck i see no changez x2 ... i hope the heavenly father see they are checkin ma proberty so the police can bother me i cant understand how they want me to be a man baby i can't do this anymore god tell me what im livin for death body on the flour changez for ma block papa drink raiset me 2 be a pimp mama learn me 2 think about the trouble before the devil continue struggle i want 2 see the model there change this bottel i livin that life i want 2 see the light there change this night the ghetto learn me 2 fight i got the ghetto in ma soul i dont know how 2 hold it feelz like its gettin more and more cold is it ma time 2 pass just like ma dad i cant be sad ... CHORUZ x2 ... |