(b-real)
i lost my innocence at birth but i make no excuses
for the trivial things and the pain life induces
bitches are wild, and so was i, young and stupid
itand's incredible, what a shitty circumstance produces them
criminals, led by the originals, high strung, motivated by the, principles
some of us out - he used to think we were invincible
on the corner banginand' and slanginand' the high bitual
deadly rituals fill my head, nothinand' spiritual
bullets filled up bodies like hands from my physical
i got touched by the hot hands of bitter fools
divided and tempted snake bitten by the ridicule
frustration and hate filled my adrenaline
i play doctors hereand's two bullets for your medicine
i carry those days like a weapon close to me
the memories of hot lead rippinand' a hole through me
(chorus: b-real)
son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
rock and'em up and show youand're no quitter
snakesand' pit every ground i landed on
hated on, but iand'm still standinand' strong
you hate the songs that you pump up all day long
hated on, but iand'm still standinand' strong
snakesand' pit, every ground i landed on
hated on, but iand'm still standinand' strong
stand...
(b-real)
so many, come and go in this lifetime that you serve
faces change, liscensesand' everywhere you turn
gangstaand's become blinded, visions become blurred
learned to stay alive to the real side of the curb
you came along way but some still refuse to notice
they turned they back on us and they tried to provoke us
you ask about us, you talk trash about us
walk fast around us, but my block fast allowed us
donand't try to crowd us nigga, weand'll smack you up
look around and see whoand's willinand' to back you up
youand're in a ghost town and home alone like macaulay nigga
donand't say my name nigga, donand't even think of me
fire start spittinand' from my grill piece, ya scorched up, touched up
iand'm the c4 that blew up your porch
i spit venom quicker than the punch on your porsche
venom so deadly iand'll make your fuckinand' life divorce ya
ask for alamoney, bitches, you all phoney
iand'll make you sing the blues like youand're paulpau coloney
go ask moley, you in the middle of shit
and anything you say iand'll be known the shit
the force drops hits a ball, makinand' me die of laughter
cause i know what these son-of-a-bitches are after
your mind and soul, if your blind and cold
then your true sign is shown, then your fuckinand' mind is blown
(chorus: b-real)
son, fill your heater, how bout chase killer
rock and'em up and show youand're no quitter
snakesand' pit every ground i landed on
hated on, but iand'm still standinand' strong
you hate the songs that you pump up all day long
hated on, but weand're still standinand' strong
snakesand' pit, every ground i landed on
hated on, but iand'm still standinand' strong
stand...
