Mean Green

Mean Green - Dying In My City lyrics

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[MP]
 (gunshots)
 what?s happening money

 Damn  nigga money got blasted like that
 fuck man that shit ain?t cool dog
 niggas just dying in my motherfucking city bruh
 it?s a pity  fuck it
 nigga was only 14 nigga
 this shit real out here  fuck it check this out player

 can you feel it
 young niggas dying in my city
 hey  it?s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity
 young niggas dying in my city
 it?s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity
 young niggas dying in my city
 hey, it?s kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity

 [C-Murder]
 I sit reminscing about my nigga roe
 my nigga joe died at the age of one four
 and it?s a motherfucking shame
 another thug nigga killed in the dope game
 young black men dropping like flies
 I seen the tears running down his baby momma?s eyes
 an epidemic that the world can?t hide
 genocide niggas killing up they own kind
 murder, murder, is something that I can?t help
 I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
 I live by the gun, so I?m a die by the gun
 I?m paranoid, it got me on the run
 will I live to see my grey hairs
 I don?t know, cause I?m getting alot of mean stares
 I asked the lord to put the reaper on hold (why)
 cause my young niggas dying in the ghetto

 chorus

 [Snoop]
 what the fuck is up, in the place to be
 coming out the dirty south, is snoop D O double G
 something for the street, c-murder give it up
 9 time 4 5, Magic what up
 all the homies who are hard daddy niggas on the set
 made the bigger homies upset, fuck em
 got in a niggas way
 so we jets and dope spot set appears
 fuck the big homie, his baby momma, and his kids
 who lives and gives to his bitches on the corner
 15 years old, with a gang-bang diploma
 slang cane in Fermona
 but now my nigga game done elevated
 so you can catch that nigga hanging out in a Tacoma
 he own one
 da game is to be sold not to be told
 but ya?ll knew that, back on that gin and juice, true dat
 two gats, two hoes, diamond rings and a rolls
 nobody know when the doors close
 shit if I ever come out (come out), I never run out (run out)
 nigga shot the lil homie in the face before he could pull his gun out
 15 years old, what a cold way to go out (why, why)
 ain?t no pity in my motherfucking city, it?s shitty isn?t it
 but you better mind your business, see we bust
 niggas like us, shit we leaving no witness (believe it)
 real, it?s real my nigga getting smoked everyday, you heard me

 chorus

 [Magic]
 hold on, hold on
 I respect ya?ll motherfuckers trying to come up just like me
 niggas who say fuck the police if it?s my time, come and get me
 hustlin since my adolescence
 see I?m addicted to face masks and smith & wessons
 niggas lucky that they took me off the street in time
 cause I was dressin with my weapon bout to lose my mind
 but I?m focused on the finer things
 play the game to you dumb thugs that walk the street with no love
 veins fulls of cold blood
 I feel your fuckin pain I get your money nigga
 misunderstandin create your chances of you dying quicker
 keep your heat under your hilfiger
 I bet you knew that was a nigga
 when you least expect it, come and get ya
 now picture I?m up and ready for the bastard
 I was too cold to be touched, I leave em frozen in a casket
 it?s kind of shitty, but niggas dying in my city
 I ain?t even got a piece of pussy, ain?t that a pity
 chorus

 [C-Murder]
 motherfucking pity ya know
 rest in peace to all my young niggas that
 didn?t make it to see another year nigga huh
 young niggas dying in my city nigga, representing ya heard me
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Author: C-Murder, Magic (2), Snoop Dogg

Composer: ?

Publisher: No Limit Records

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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