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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roy Alan Guevara
Songwriter
Lyrics
In the streets with that gun play
My youngans on the block letting it spray
Only to god I pray
That I don't end up getting murked today
I'm in the IE shout out to the bay
They want the recipe cause I got too much flav
We'll make yo block hot even on a sunday
Let it cool down on a monday
Better pray that you don't get touched
In these streets I've seen too much
About a truckload pints full of blood
Real g's move in silence they don't discuss
With 1 call my youngans will deploy
You gonna hear that gun noise
Everybody in the city is paranoid
If you don't got it on you go cop a toy
The feds be out looking for trails
They'll find yo body besides the rails
Gun smoke is what we inhale
It got me feeling like we are in hell
That's why I pray for a tomorrow
I know that this life is borrowed
They'll come and take your close ones
Leave you up in sorrow
I'm tryna get my mind on getting more funds
But them bad thoughts just gon' follow
To all my enemy's I give you fire
These yoppers will sing to you like a choir
In the streets with that gun play
My youngans on the block letting it spray
Only to god I pray
That I don't end up getting murked today
I'm in the IE shout out to the bay
They want the recipe cause I got too much flav
We'll make yo block hot even on a sunday
Let it cool down on a monday
Homie you think you build for this you ain't even ready
My goonies tote n them blicks they keeping it steady
I'm out here making big moves getting to the fetty
For the dead homies I be pouring down the henny
Always strapped wherever I roam I keep the glockatory
Just for being alive still I throw a myself celebratory
Before entering these jects better read the advisory
Once they catch you lacking that's the end of your story
I'll be damned if I get caught without my fierro
I rather go out like a guerrero
You know that my style trappero
If I see my frenemy I'ma wet 'em for being a traicionero
Repping the west side puro califero
Fuck a thot I just pipe I'm only after dinero
Fuck a opp if I see you te basillo el peine entero
Si me dan nos vemos en el cielo o en el infierno
In the streets with that gun play
My youngans on the block letting it spray
Only to god I pray
That I don't end up getting murked today
I'm in the IE shout out to the bay
They want the recipe cause I got too much flav
We'll make yo block hot even on a sunday
Let it cool down on a monday
Writer(s): Roy Guevara
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