as we educate ya 'bout life in the street
 coz gang bangin, dope slangin, (??baffle the hit)
 If you do it too long, you'll end up dead
 If you don't end up dead, you'll end up in jail
 Livin your life in a concrete hell

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 Gang bang ! You're dead and lyin in the street
 Gang bang ! Fifteen years old and a cold piece o' meat
 Gang bang ! Now tell me brotha watcha gonna do
 Gang bang ! When the coroner puts the bag on you

 Ooh you're standin on the corner, selling weed
 tryin to earn money for the things you need
 You look like a waitress, who works in a bar
 but you don't wait on tables, you wait on cars
 You don't carry a tray, you carry a bag
 A car passes by, you start to blast
 A car pulls over then you make the drop
 and out jumps a badge and a narco cop
 Up against the wall, and down to jail
 You can't go home coz you can't make bail
 Your mother's at home, constantly cryin
 for fear that her baby could be dyin

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 You wear red rag, blue rag, and big shoelaces
 You drink 40 ounce brew by the cases
 You dress so tacky 'til you look like a slob
 and you wonder why you can't get a job
 You wear barrets and you call yourself a man
 and you never wear the right size pants
 Your clothes are never fresh, they're always stale
 Who's your designer, the county jail ?
 You got secret words and finger signs
 twisted egos and warped minds
 Your grammar is bad and you think you're cool
 But if you listen to yourself, you sound like a fool

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