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      Before Redemption

      Before Redemption

      Gospel Gangstaz

      Album: All Mixed Up

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      Gospel Gangstaz - Before Redemption Música y Letra

      Yeah, You know uh, Niggaz always ask why niggaz bang and thangs
      But uh, It ain't like a nigga bang because ain't nothin to do out here
      It's just a thang that's goin on out here
      It's reality man, Your homies get smoked, You gotta smoke some niggaz for 
      ya homies
      Y'all niggaz gon think yo hood it's some marks in yo hood or somethin
      You know what I'm sayin?
      Don't need that on yo resume, Can't go nowhere, No respect
      It's all about respect out here on these streets
      And by all means necessary, Niggaz gon get it
      It's like all around the world it's the same song
      Niggaz gettin they bang on
      Straight like that, Nigga lee comin from the streets
      And I don't know when my time gon be up
      Cause stuff like this happen everyday, Everyday
      
      [Sample:]
      "Slip, Ay nigga, Where you from?"
      "Where you from?"
      "Nigga this eastside nigga, This eastside!"
      
      [Mr. Solo:]
      Shots bang like thunder, How do I keep from goin under?
      It's like a jungle sometimes, It makes me wonder
      Will I ever amount to anything good?
      I'm in a zoo called america, Trapped in a cage called the hood
      Where they got me actin like a beast
      I'm bellin wit my khaki's creased
      Ain't gots to pack a piece
      I'm not a animal, But my mind is caged up
      Remember days but, If I gotta go out, I'm goin out while my gauge bust
      The danger's vicious, Hard hittin for roaches
      Boast of a notorious mad gangsta o.g. evil ill outlaw
      Got this ak and I'm ready to spray like mace
      So don't come woofin in my face
      I'm ready to catch a case on you fools
      So bring it on if you wanna try yo luck
      On this young buck, Run up, And i'll serve ya like a sprung cluck
      How do I exit out this game bro?
      I'm sick of life of a hustler, It's the everyday same old
      Clockin ends and knockin skins like a player should
      Down wit my gang and slangin these thangs through the neighborhood
      Everybody knows me from sockin up the o.g.
      Although I'm just a b.g.
      They still don't wanna see me
      Cause I'm a young soldier, Handlin my business from my shoulders
      I'm waitin to catch you slippin when I'm trippin then I stole ya
      Nigga I told ya I got the boulders in the plastic baggie
      I got this 44 maggie in my waist my pants is saggy
      I'm a banksta wit the other gangsta soldiers in my boot camp
      The yayo's in my palm cause I'm sick of mom shoppin wit these food stamps
      If anything could help me, Well my .9 could
      Even if it means sendin me to the pine wood
      Hops, I'm on the block
      Wit my rocks, I got my glock cocked
      Cause niggaz wanna smoke me
      Life ain't a joke see
      I could move away, But soon i'll be comin back
      That's where my family, My hood, and my money's at
      What should I do?
      And who can I turn to?
      I got the feds on my back
      Cause they know I'm sellin crack
      I'm sick of bein locked up in the c.a.g.e.
      So tell me who got the key and is he down to set me free, G?
      Cause any second from now, I might go crazy
      
      [Snoop Sample:]
      "Dear God, I wonder can ya save me?"
      
      [Mr. Solo:]
      I'm headed for an early grave, G
      Death is tryin to phase me
      I need to make a 180
      
      [Snoop Sample:]
      "Dear God, I wonder can ya save me?"
      
      [Chille Chill:]
      I'm servin at my spot clockin a fat grip
      Won't catch me on the black tip
      I'm catchin these niggaz slippin and let this gat spit
      They smoked my loc, So I'm makin sure he dies, dies
      Park the hoop around the corner, Bump a drive-by
      I'm talkin about walkin up point blank range
      I handle my biz, You know what time it is ain't nothin strange
      The streets is do or die, It's you or i
      My gat's between ya eye
      My hand's on the trigger, I figure that i'll be do, And you'll be die
      Nigga, Life is bout today, I have no dreams
      My only means of survival is these dope fiends
      Ya say me sellin dope is a cop-out
      I tryed to apply, But I'm a high school dropout
      Bump rap, Fat Chill ain't the one for bummin
      Plus pregnant woman equals baby comin
      It's kinda hard to leave this gang alone
      It's either one or the other, So I gots to get my slang on
      I started wit 25 off 100, Now I'm comin up
      It's 6 months later, And I'm the one that's dippin double up
      I hate seein crack babies
      But when it comes to money, I get evil
      Evil servant to my own people
      I'm cold hearted, Tell the judge you can't half understand
      I'll serve a kid if he comes wit a dump in his hand
      Man it's bad, I wanna be a good dad
      I just wanna give my baby things I never had
      In my heart, That's a void, I'm paranoid
      If I get caught wit this dope, I'm short
      Street life got a nigga goin crazy
      Jackers wanna fade me
      I'm too young, I ain't the one to be pushin up daisie's
      But soon, I'll be in the pen locked in till I'm 80
      I'll never see my baby
      
      [Snoop Sample:]
      "God, Can ya save me?"
      
      [Tik Tokk:]
      I'm mr. town, The eastside comptown loc'sta
      Known to pack a strap, Beat all still call me lil holster
      I'm never missin, Witness caps I'm twistin
      Fact I got the strap and mr. town is on a mission
      We roll's up slow and pulls the .9 out
      I didn't stick around to find out
      I just kept dumpin as I seen niggaz fallin
      Stumblin and crawlin
      My homie hit the gas, We started haulin
      Back in all black wit my big mac dime (a Mac 10, i.e. "dime", is a machine 
      pistol)
      Ready to get mine, Look in the rear view mirror, Tell me what you find
      Jack be nimble, Jack be quick
      Jack behind yo lap wit my strap then jack ya grip
      The streets gave me hate, So I'm givin it back
      And i'd rather jack then be on short while you sittin on facts
      They say be true to the game and the game'll be true to you
      But the game got me bellin in these county blues
      It's all about patrol job and ghetto swoll
      Ya dope ride now locked in the hole
      When I touch down
      What'll become of mr. town?
      Will I get my cap peeled
      By vengeance of the black steel
      In my face sealed
      But can a nigga get some help?
      Fools tryin to smoke me plus I'm thinkin of smokin myself
      What can I do? I don't have a clue
      My life is through, Ain't nobody I can turn to

      Gospel Gangstaz - Before Redemption Música y Letra

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