Listen to the story as we rap to the beat

as we educate ya 'bout life in the street

coz gang bangin, dope slangin, (??baffle the hit)

If you do it too long, you'll end up dead

If you don't end up dead, you'll end up in jail

Livin your life in a concrete hell



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Gang bang ! You're dead and lyin in the street

Gang bang ! Fifteen years old and a cold piece o' meat

Gang bang ! Now tell me brotha watcha gonna do

Gang bang ! When the coroner puts the bag on you



Ooh you're standin on the corner, selling weed

tryin to earn money for the things you need

You look like a waitress, who works in a bar

but you don't wait on tables, you wait on cars

You don't carry a tray, you carry a bag

A car passes by, you start to blast

A car pulls over then you make the drop

and out jumps a badge and a narco cop

Up against the wall, and down to jail

You can't go home coz you can't make bail

Your mother's at home, constantly cryin

for fear that her baby could be dyin



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You wear red rag, blue rag, and big shoelaces

You drink 40 ounce brew by the cases

You dress so tacky 'til you look like a slob

and you wonder why you can't get a job

You wear barrets and you call yourself a man

and you never wear the right size pants

Your clothes are never fresh, they're always stale

Who's your designer, the county jail ?

You got secret words and finger signs

twisted egos and warped minds

Your grammar is bad and you think you're cool

But if you listen to yourself, you sound like a fool



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