Tonalità: 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
Am
Gotta give it your all, 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 straighten the heart,
Em
Am
the underdog, the distraction,
F
quick to bite when you bark,
Em
fight when you talk,
Am
Like Pac, I'm quick to bomb first,
almost died in bursts
since then
F
I've been ducking hell's curse
Em
Making moves,
Am
stay connected while I'm breaking,
Em
they're sticking me in my unit
Am
Keeping mov ing,
F
stacking cents like 50 calliers,
Em
Am
act to be back
Motherfuckers be back,
they give us guns,
they give us drugs,
F
it's like a motherfucking track
Em
Am
Three strikes, police slice,
late nights with street fights
Motherfuckers be over there by
F
before they reach the device
E
Am
Falling a victim to the system,
always going in the 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 winnin' the war,
F
E
who's standin' up last
Em
Am
Ball heads in blue brass,
brown skin covered with tacks
Low rides on hundreds,
F
gold -stached spots,
what's so distracted?
Em
Am
from the side where they gang bang
F
Day to day, this the same thing
Am
Em
Am
I was raised to pull out pistols,
keep runnin', duckin' officials
Puttin' in work until they come and get you,
F
homie, cuz I'm a rider
Em
Am
I'm the side where they gang bang
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
cuz homie, I'm a rider
Em
Am
Come from a broken home, I'm had to work,
my dad was gone,
was introduced to the street
F
E
My only friend was my cronch
Am
Until I met some fools that's just like me
Em
That grew up rough like me,
F
that just don't give a fuck like me
Em
Quick to throw up their neighborhood
Am
scars
and quick to bust like me
Em
Am
All on the waistline
F
is where I tuck my heat
Em
Cortez in bandanas,
Am
white shirts and hinky jackets
25s, not 380s,
F
Em
even them automatics through I .A.
Am
In juvenile home,
me and my peers were educated
Em
Share the tip for those
Am
who didn't make it,
F
living gang related
Em
Most wanted and most hated,
Am
living high and sedated
Different spots gettin' raided,
all my homies affiliated,
F
Em
so what now?
Am
This is how I lived as a champ,
me and my homies kicked up
dust
F
so there's no dirt on the ground
Em
And I thank God
Am
that I'm still here doin'
this rap shit
Some of the homies servin' time,
F
other homies in casket
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 runnin', duckin' officials
Em
Am
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,
F
I was raised to do the same thing
Am
Em
Am
Straight livin' the life of danger,
bangin' the tank
My anger always keep a
runnin' in the chamber
F
Cause homie, I'm a rider
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
Living a criminal cause I broke the law
Am
F
They said in my community,
Em
where's the unity?
Am
Browns killin' browns on the daily
Em
Am
In the worst of cruel and shady
F
Gotta keep a 380
Am
Em
Am
and they keep feedin' us drugs
All throughout the neighborhoods,
that methamphetamine burn
F
It's also up to no good, homie
Em
Am
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
Em
Am
Gonna play all day,
body bags and white chalk
The city of lost angels
and the crooked -ass cops
F
Em
Departments known for
Am
corruption,
enforcing these gang injustices
Like a city full of crooked shit,
F
E
I really kept fussin'
Em
I hear that sayin' 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 runnin', duckin' officials
Puttin' in work until they come and get you, homie,
F
Em
Am
cause I'm a ride
I was raised to do the same thing
Em
Am
Straight living a life of danger,
banging a tank
My anger always keep a
one in the chamber
F
Cause homie, I'm a rider
Am
And this is exactly why I stay on the streets,
homie
Knee deep in this shit
E
Am
Cause I run the streets,
I'm from the streets
F
Em
Am
The streets embrace a motherfucker,
you know what I'm saying?
E
Am
Much love, 2006, hom ie
F
Em
This shit don't stop, homie
You
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