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This is from DJ Salam Wreck's Trouble Soon
Mixtape. Here are the lyrics:
[Hook]
We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout
Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout
Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain,
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood
stains
If we can only put our paper together and
make a change
Destroying the real, one break at a time,
re-arrange,
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
it's a shame,
We gotta wake up and realize... That we're
all pawns in the game
[Verse 1]
It's kinda funny how we get in this game
thinkin' we got it made
Somehow the person we used to be just up and
got away
All you hear is "Keepin' it Gangsta" and
"Keep it real"
And everybody is thugin' and totin' a piece
of steel [Blow]
How stupid did i feel when i found it wasn't
about skill
But about the label you're reppin, how you
market your deal
If I woulda of known from the beginning then
i woulda been winning
I woulda been grinnin', wheels woulda been
spinnin'
We never stop to look at ourselves,
We blame our problems on other people
But look at us, we crooked ourselves,
We can't even get invited to nuthin', without
the fightin' and fussin'
Police come with pepper spray, cussin' and
hand-cuffin'
Our little pride won't allow us to step
aside, or let it slide
and we forgot the meaning of let it ride
And they don't even care, they just let us
die
Just another dead rappers CD that you
steady-buy...
[Hook]
We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout
Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout
Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain,
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood
stains
If we can only put our paper together and
make a change
Destroying the real, one break at a time,
re-arrange,
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
it's a shame,
We gotta wake up and realize... That we're
all pawns in the game
[Verse 2]
I've fallen victim to my demon's myself, i'm
being honest
I needed guidance, i used to turn to the weed
and chronic,
A Product of my environment, my gun i would
polish
Instead of knowledge or opting for college i
chose violence
But times change, they think i'm going soft,
i guess...
...My stress got-at-me-the-goodie-mob's
thought process
And it was like Jerome standing infront of me
with a mirror
I didn't like what i saw, but now i see
things clearer
And we're flirtin' with the wages of sin, and
mentally
We're all locked up, and physically they're
cagin' us in
'Cause we dyin' over a block, dyin' over a
street,
People in the gulf coast is dyin' for
something to eat
I ain't here to preach about rap beef, it's
not that deep,
Fuck your hot-16's, shit's not that sweet
Everybody say they grown-ass men, ready to
fight the power
But we can't even fight our problems lurkin'
within
[Hook]
We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout
Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout
Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain,
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood
stains
If we can only put our paper together and
make a change
Destroying the real, one break at a time,
re-arrange,
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
it's a shame,
We gotta wake up and realize... That we're
all pawns in the game
[Verse 3]
Look at the neighbourhood you grew up in, and
tell me the truth,
Think it's worse about a year, everybodies
ready to shoot
We can't disguise the fact, we're dropping
like flies,
And that's the reason it hurts to look in my
nephew's eyes
That bullet that hit his back, left his legs
without feelin'
So hopefully he gon' walk again, if it's
god's willin'
...It's killin' a piece of my soul, he's only
17 years old
So late night i'm up, letting the tears roll
It' so ironic, 'cause the place i played as a
child
Was the same place he caught a bullet, and
laid on the ground
Now tell me, who is it to blame for that?
The little guy who pulled the trigger, or the
older cats who gave him the gat?
The cycle continues from day to day, i pray
the lord
Will make a way to take the hate away from us
breaking-away-er's
Our common-sense and intellect, we respect
disrespect
We our biggest threat and we don't even get
it yet... (It's a shame)
[Hook]
We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout
Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout
Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain,
Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood
stains
If we can only put our paper together and
make a change
Destroying the real, one break at a time,
re-arrange,
The way that we think, we killin' ourselves
it's a shame,
We gotta wake up and realize... That we're
all pawns in the game
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