Kunci: C# minor
Verse 1
Em
Am
You know sometimes in this game,
being a Latino coming up in this industry,
Em
Am
it's like a fight with your
back up against the wall,
you know what I'm saying?
F
Em
You gotta give it your all,
Am
don't give a fuck,
keep on riding to the motherfucking end,
you know?
E
Am
Against all odds,
coming up from the barrio,
this is why I stay on the streets,
homie.
F
Em
I've been patiently waiting to
Am
make a statement
that could strengthen the heart,
Em
Am
the underdog of the stretch
F
and quick to bite when you bark,
Em
Am
fight when you talk like clock,
I'm quick to bomb first,
Almost died in bursts and then I bit,
F
ducking hell's curse
Em
Making moves,
Am
stay connected while I'm breaking,
Em
sticking me in my unit
Am
Keeping mov ing,
F
Em
Am
stacking sins like 50 calliers after we back
Motherfuckers, we back
They give us guns,
they give us drugs,
F
it's like a motherfucking track
Em
Am
Three stripes, police slice,
late nights with street fights
Em
Am
Motherfuckers be over there by
F
before they reach and get right
E
Am
Falling a victim to the system,
always going in them circles
In the studio writing verses
while I'm choking on purple
F
Em
Am
My life's a quick flash,
good cars with quick cash
Em
You could always tell who's winning the war,
F
E
who's standing up last
Em
Am
Ball heads in blue brass,
brown skin covered with tacks
No rides on
Hunters, no stash,
F
spots for stolen scraps
Em
Am
I'm from the side where the gang bangs
F
Day to day, it's the same thing
Am
Em
Am
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
Put it in work until they come and get you, homie,
F
cause I'm a rider
Em
Am
I'm the side where the gang bangs
I was raised to do the same thing
Em
Am
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' the tank
My anger always keep a
one in the chamber,
F
cause homie, I'm a rider
Em
Am
I come from a broken home,
I'm had to work
My dad was gone,
was introduced to the street
F
My only friend was my cronch
Am
E
Am
Until I met some
fools that's just like me
Em
That grew up rough like me
Am
That just don't give a fuck like me
F
Em
Quit the throbs and ableist
Am
thoughts
And quit the bust like me
Em
All on the waistline is where
F
I tuck my heat
Em
Am
Cortez in bed, David Spice shirts
And Dickey jackets, 25s, not 380s
F
Em
Even them automatics through I .A
Am
And juvenile hom ie
and my peers were educated
Em
Am
Share the tip for those who didn't
F
make it living
Gang related,
Em
Am
most wanted and most hated
Living high and sedated
Different spots getting rated
All my homies affiliated,
F
Em
so what now?
Am
This is how I live, there's a check
Me and my homies kick the dust
F
till there's no dirt on the ground
Em
And I thank God
Am
that I'm still here doin'
this rap shit
Em
Am
Some of the homies servin' time
F
of the homies in caskets
Em
Am
I'm from the side where the gang bangs
F
Day to day, this the same thing
Am
Em
Am
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
Em
Put it in work until they come
Am
F
and get you, homie, cause I'm a rider
Em
Am
I'm the side where the gang bangs
F
I was raised to do the same thing
Am
Em
Am
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' a tank
My anger always keep a
one in the chamber
F
Cause homie, I'm a rioter
Em
Am
I was raised as a latino,
a son of an immigrant
Look that different cause
of my skin tone
Em
Never gave a shit a minority
Am
In this so called land
of equal opportunity
Em
Live with a criminal cause I broke the laws
Am
F
They said in my community,
Em
where's the unity?
Am
Browns killing browns on the daily
Em
Am
In a world so cruel and shady
F
Gotta keep a 380
Em
Am
and they keep feeding us drugs
All throughout the neighborhoods,
that methamphetamine burn
It's all so up to no good
F
Em
Am
Homie, space of the life sit tin'
Skin stuck with no choice
It's like a demon's
on your shoulder
F
When you can't shake the voice
Am
Em
Gon' play all day
Am
Body bags and white chalk,
the city of lost angels
In the crooked -ass cops,
F
Em
departments known for
Am
corruption
Enforcing these gang injustices
like a city full of crooked shit
F
Em
I really can't fuss,
and I hear that saying a lot
Am
Only the strong survive,
Em
but even the strong,
F
they fall a victim to this wicked -ass lot
Em
Am
I'm from the side where they gang bang
F
Day to day, it's the same thing
Am
Em
Am
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep running, ducking officials
Put it in work until they come and get you, homie,
F
cause I'm a ride
Em
Am
I'm from the side where they gang bang
I was raised to do the same thing
F
Am
Em
Am
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' the tank
My anger always keep a one in
the chamber
F
Cause homie, I'm a rider
Em
Am
And this is ex actly why
I stay on the streets, homie
E
Knee deep in this shit
Am
Cause I run the streets,
I'm from the streets
F
Em
Am
The streets embrace a motherfucker,
you know what I'm sayin'?
E
Am
Much love 2006, homie
F
This shit don't stop, homie
Em
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