Текст (слова) песни: South Central Cartel - Made `n` America

 
[ uncredited singer ] 
Got me livin the life 
Got me livin the life 
That I don`t want to 
 
[ L.A. Nash ] 
Never knew life could be so fucked up with no God to call 
Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball 
It seems the dreams we saw got burst 
Lit up the ammunition, won the war ???? bodies back to the Earth 
They say from war comes peace 
I say in the streets of L.A. let it begin on every corner and streets 
In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet 
Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me 
And to you devils plottin now know this 
Haven`t forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, don`t miss, bitch 
I know it`s a sin to be suicidal 
But the way you niggas and bitches is trippin today is like `fuck the Bible` 
No hesitation like ?????, nigga, no breath 
Can escape Nash or the angel of death 
Lost in a world where we all feel pain 
The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again 
 
You never know when it`s yo time to go 
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow 
 
Got me livin the life 
That I don`t want to 
 
[ uncredited guest rapper ] 
I praise God for relief, this life is hell 
I`m trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail 
These niggas wanna see me or do they wanna be me 
If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me 
Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin 
Got me feeling like I`m addicted to all the drama 
Don`t know when I`ma touch the other side but I`ma ride 
For all my niggas that died and all the tears you cried 
But first things first, riders clown in this fast life 
Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times 
Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high 
Money, bitches and jewels until we die 
Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked 
Scandalous homies`ll turn they back and have your ass jacked 
It`s a fact, niggas stack to be the mack 
When it`s on it`s on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan 
 
You never know when it`s yo time to go 
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow 
 
Got me livin the life 
That I don`t want to 
 
[ Young Prodeje ] 
The streets got a young nigga cold 
The streets`ll make a young nigga old 
Sell your soul to get parole 
It didn`t take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet 
Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street 
I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side 
Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak can`t survive 
Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, fuckin bitches, buyin gold 
Tellin my little homies if it`s the life they wanna go 
My nigga Lucifer`ll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul 
But you don`t need that, it don`t matter where you go 
So I`ma ball while I`m here, roam this western hemisphere 
Livin this life I don`t wanna live but I ain`t ready to leave here 
 
[ Prodeje ] 
I almost lost my soul to the .44 
So many niggas ficticious and quick to getcha if you don`t know 
Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest niggas`ll fade you 
Better watch your shit cause it be crackin somethin major 
All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs 
I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord 
Nobody falls, so many homies fell though 
And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to tell though 
 
You never know when it`s yo time to go 
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow 
 
Got me livin the life 
That I don`t want to
 

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