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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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