Tytuł: That's How I'm Livin

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I was born in new jersey, I said it before
  But I guess nobody heard me
  My mother died young
  No sistas or brothas, I was the only son
  When I was twelve my pops died too
  What a brotha was supposed to do?
  They sent me out West
  To live with my aunt
  I guess they though it was the best
  But there was no love there
  Growin' with no moms
  I guess I was prepared to live in a vacuum
  The bedroom the kitchen, the hall and the bathroom
  I didn't leave home much, didn't like L.A.
  Didn't have no friends to trust
  Got busted to a school
  Blacks and whites, I guess the shit was cool
  But in highschool I changed
  Didn't wanna bust, didn't wanna play the game
  I walked to Crenshaw high, shit was fly
  I hooked up with new cru
  Some brothas that knew what the fuck to do
  You might call it gang but we called it a set
  And it was our own thang
  The whole school was down
  And one way or another everybody fucked around
  When the hardcore or not
  you wore the right color or your ass got shot
  That's how i'm livin'...
  
  I did three years in and made close friends
  Havin' no love my homies came my only
  I was glad: a family I never had
  But I grew up fast got a girl on 10th grade pregnant
  Needin' cash, I had to change my style
  Switched from bangin' to hustlin'
  No more goin' buckwild
  Had to get a cashflow
  But my hustle was weak, it was a no go
  I join the army, four years in that shit
  Be all fucked you can be
  Came back to the hood
  My homies had done good
  Had elevated their game
  About 100 gees a lick, no mothafuckin' shame
  Passed for the jewels
  Baby sledgehammers with the tools
  I speak on this with a hesitation
  Even though it passed the statue of limitation...
  
  I checked the bank
  Bought a porsche and gear, earn high streetrank
  But as I grew my whole crew fell thru
  Cops had us on the books as innerstate crooks
  Murder robbery rape escape, the whole damn nine
  You robbed a nigga blind
  I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose
  I was intread with the pimpgame
  Took on the ice-name
  But the pimpgame moved too slow
  Especially for a nigga who was hooked on quick dough
  In one nite late I was in a carwreck
  And I was lucky to escape
  Hospital for teen weeks, in bed almost dead
  And when I got well, I got gaught in a cross
  And got locked in a jailcell
  That's how I'm livin'...
  
  They cutted me loose
  And I had to change troops
  This time they didn't catch me
  Next time they'll strecth me
  Cause my time was gettin' short
  All my homies was in court
  Or locked in a hole, this shit was gettin' old
  So I changed my life
  Putted down the gun and picked up the mic
  It took ten years to get from there to here
  But I still keep a gun, cops got me on the run
  And they hate me more now
  Than they ever did before
  My homies came back from pen
  And we all worked together
  True friends but every once and while
  Some punk mistakes me as a junk
  And he gets in my face
  Wrong mothafuckin' place
  And I aint lyin', that's how you dyin'...