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Gangster life in the city

You know it's hard to stay alive

Because we gotta do or die, ooooh

Gangster life in the city

You know it's hard to stay alive

Because we gotta do or die, do or die, do or die



I roll around with big straps, I like to bust caps

Make money, hit the pussy, and bomb ass raps

I be in San Bernardino like a motherfuckin nut

All these fools wanna kill me, and bitches wanna fuck

Damn, but I ain't trippin and shit

I got a fuckin calico with a hundred round clip

And at my pad, I got this fine ass bitch

Long hair, big booty, with some big ol tits

I don't be fuckin around because I ain't no joke

A crazy motherfucker blowin indo smoke

Cuz it's me, Danger, I'm chillin like a vilain

Smokin chronic, fuckin bitches, and I'd like to do a killin

In my crazy ass hood it's an everyday thang

Eastside Trece is my motherfucking gang

Hang, gettin paid, fucking all these hoes

Letting everyone know that we some fuckin criminals



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I remember growing up in my crazy ass hood

Now it's time to put it down to make this shit understood

Simon loco, I think it's time to roll

I got my homies down with it, and the rest in control

13 ST, IUC, from the 213 all the way to SB

It's a do or die in the streets where I'm from

Eastside South Central's where the petho pason

24 non-stop, you gotta carry your gun

Black and white, hitting corners but to me that's all fun

Rollin in the truck, got the glock sellin rocks

On the block, and I'm not givin a fuck

Gotta make that green anyway you can

And I'm that Brown motherfucker with the master plan

So you better not slip, cuz I'm lookin for a jack

So if you putos see me coming, loco go for your gat



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1-3, here comes even more

My motherfuckin homies breakin down he door

Talkin bout, who we gonna kill, and grab your gun

We gonna kill some fuckin mejos just to have some fun

My homies catch you from the front, I creep and crawl from the back

Punk you for your sack, and peel your fucking cap back

Insane in my brain, cuz I'm straight do or die

Dope money, fucking bitches, and I keep on getting high



Straight gangster flow, now you know, here I go

Creepin, hittin switches, bumpin, riding low

Danger sittin shotgun, Crook's rollin up one

Got the rag-top down in this hot ass sun

Rollin, by the park we go

Hittin corners through the hood puffin on some indo

It's an everyday thing in the city where I'm from

Tryin to do right, but always end up doing wrong



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