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Verse 1
(C major)
(C major) Thug life,
outlaw niggas
(C major)
Whatever nigga, outlaw
I was raised by a village of nuts,
not to give a fuck
Stuck in hard times, evil minds lurking
Perking (C major) at a young age,
12 gauge throat
I catch you slipping in my hood,
I'll fold you, told you
Been a soldier since day one,
I was playin' with guns when you was havin' fun, nigga
Triggers and killer (C major) s,
fuck niggas ain't with my set
Talk shit, ride down, no regrets
(G major) Gang bangin', that's (C major) terrorist threat
You better call the police,
and add fuel to the fire so no peace
Release anger, (C major) of ancestors,
guess you thought I lost it
Gas born around your pad like a faucet
Sucker punch police,
checkin' me for nothin'
Sounds was bumpin',
and my car smellin' somethin'
Lump in my head (C major) with
flashlights and billy clubs
The only type of shit that happen to a
thug when you a rider (C major)
Tell me for the silence, shake it please,
fuck with these west siders, born to be riders, nigga (C major)
Bailed in the house, party yellin', fuck everybody in here,
wait for my set, better disappear
(C major) As I clear the door, when
G walk across the floor,
see a ho in the corner, now I'm older
Nip me,
Larry, cause we bald -headed an
d permed out
Everybody in
Able, homie on the table, shermed out
(C major) Blackin' out on niggas with the
wrong color
Undercover adversaries in here, nigga
Time to turn the party out,
bust the gas out
Beatin' on a nigga to a
nigga blacked out
Meet me outside,
(C major) I'll put the ride down, nigga
For a violation demonstration of a killer
Will I put in (C major) work for the turd?
No questions asked
Ride and blast, no mask, fuck cash
It's all about the (C major) hood, I claim
Street fame when I die, don't cry
Pour a lick and get a high,
cause I'm a ride (C major)
Damn it for the silence, shake it,
please, fuck with these wet sidas, born to be riders, nigga
From (C major) the streets to the jails,
catch hell in an animal cell
And you can't post bail,
tell and die (C major) on the mainline,
PC up
Send me to the gang module,
I don't give a fuck
I'm stuck in
Wasteland, the man in effect
In overcrowded cells with no sex,
what's next?
(C major) Live rioters, survivors of the game
I'm not in the streets,
but it's still the same
It's a shame how they do
niggas in and out the door
And a long time ago,
I said no more but bein' (C major) poor
And
D .V .E. got me comin' right back to the
same fuckin' place I was at
Fuck that, pro -whites and
Mexicans,
Mexican
In a pen down the road, stories never told
My soul (C major) lost in an alleyway, he's a killer
Cali
Now I'm running through
Death
Valley, still a rider
Death before the sun is shaking,
please fuck with these
Westsiders
Born to be riders,
Death (C major) before the sun is shaking,
please fuck with these
Westsiders
Born to be riders, nigga
Death before the sun is shaking,
please fuck with these
Westsiders
Born to be riders, nigga
Death (C major) before the sun is shaking,
please fuck with these
Westsiders
Born to be riders, nigga
What you gonna do when you
get out of jail?
I'm going straight to my hood
(C major) Where do you consider the hood?
Southwest single wood, (G major) (C major) nigga
What you gonna do when you
get out of jail?
I'm going straight to my hood
Where (C major) do you consider to hood?
Southwest single wood, nigga
that is either dead or in the penitentiary.
If we dodge them two right there,
my nigga,
we got this bitch.
They ain't doing
nothing but following us.
I mean, this a new generation.
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