featuring C Murder Snoop Magic



[MP]



(gunshots)

what’s happening money



Damn nigga money got blasted like that

fuck man that shit ain’t cool dog

niggas just dying in my motherfucking city bruh

it’s a pity fuck it

nigga was only 14 nigga

this shit real out here fuck it check this out player



can you feel it

young niggas dying in my city

hey it’s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity

young niggas dying in my city

it’s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity

young niggas dying in my city

hey, it’s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity



[C-Murder]

I sit reminscing about my nigga roe

my nigga joe died at the age of one four

and it’s a motherfucking shame

another thug nigga killed in the dope game

young black men dropping like flies

I seen the tears running down his baby momma’s eyes

an epidemic that the world can’t hide

genocide niggas killing up they own kind

murder, murder, is something that I can’t help

I even had to ride on some niggas by myself

I live by the gun, so I’m a die by the gun

I’m paranoid, it got me on the run

will I live to see my grey hairs

I don’t know, cause I’m getting alot of mean stares

I asked the lord to put the reaper on hold (why)

cause my young niggas dying in the ghetto



chorus



[Snoop]

what the fuck is up, in the place to be

coming out the dirty south, is snoop D O double G

something for the street, c-murder give it up

9 time 4 5, Magic what up

all the homies who are hard daddy niggas on the set

made the bigger homies upset, fuck em

got in a niggas way

so we jets and dope spot set appears

fuck the big homie, his baby momma, and his kids

who lives and gives to his bitches on the corner

15 years old, with a gang-bang diploma

slang cane in Fermona

but now my nigga game done elevated

so you can catch that nigga hanging out in a Tacoma

he own one

da game is to be sold not to be told

but ya’ll knew that, back on that gin and juice, true dat

two gats, two hoes, diamond rings and a rolls

nobody know when the doors close

shit if I ever come out (come out), I never run out (run out)

nigga shot the lil homie in the face before he could pull his gun out

15 years old, what a cold way to go out (why, why)

ain’t no pity in my motherfucking city, it’s shitty isn’t it

but you better mind your business, see we bust

niggas like us, shit we leaving no witness (believe it)

real, it’s real my nigga getting smoked everyday, you heard me



chorus



[Magic]

hold on, hold on

I respect ya’ll motherfuckers trying to come up just like me

niggas who say fuck the police if it’s my time, come and get me

hustlin since my adolescence

see I’m addicted to face masks and smith & wessons

niggas lucky that they took me off the street in time

cause I was dressin with my weapon bout to lose my mind

but I’m focused on the finer things

play the game to you dumb thugs that walk the street with no love

veins fulls of cold blood

I feel your fuckin pain I get your money nigga

misunderstandin create your chances of you dying quicker

keep your heat under your hilfiger

I bet you knew that was a nigga

when you least expect it, come and get ya

now picture I’m up and ready for the bastard

I was too cold to be touched, I leave em frozen in a casket

it’s kind of shitty, but niggas dying in my city

I ain’t even got a piece of pussy, ain’t that a pity

chorus



[C-Murder]

motherfucking pity ya know

rest in peace to all my young niggas that

didn’t make it to see another year nigga huh

young niggas dying in my city nigga, representing ya heard me