The Hunt chords by Sal Capone

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Verse 1
Em 
I remember those days,
better ways,
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Em 
when we didn't have to do
certain things to get paid.
Ride for me, if I die a tragic death,
fail for me, as I take my last breath.
These streets, no joke, hunted,
spoke these,
cruisin' through the streets,
hoppin' on trees.
The city where I live at,
filled with dope dealers,
gangsters,
and hoodweps.
You never really can tell
when they raid your momma crib
I'm a charger to the gang
There's just some things in the streets
that I can't explain
Or shouldn't even talk about
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Em 
So keep it on the down low, bitch
Shut your mouth and just
try to understand
It's hard in these streets
tryin' to be a man
We livin' the life, we bangin' the die
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Em 
We gangstafied, we been on the grind
So homie, don't fuck with me
When we in the streets
We doin' our time,
we pushin' a line,
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Em 
we harder to buy, we empty the night
So homie don't pull your heat,
cause we don't sleep
when the heart is high
There ain't no turnin' back,
the hands of time
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Em 
make crime just pay for mine
And you've been exposed
from livin' a lie,
we're from the streets
where even the untouchable die
You better pay it some mind,
cause motherfuckers do ride
when you refuse to comply
We make news worldwide,
like the 9 -2 riots,
and we feud with guns and knives
And grew up to homicides
Televised there's no use
trying to improve our lives
In this continuous tide
We do what we must in order to survive
In the eye of the storm
Where gangsters are formed
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And evil seeds are con
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ceived and born
There's no escape in this
world be warned
While families fall victim to mourn
We're living the life,
we're paying to die
We're gangstified,
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Em 
we've been on the grind
So homie don't fuck with me
When we in the streets
We doin' our time, we bitchin' a lot
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Em 
We harder to buy, we empty the night
So homie don't pull your heat
Cause we don't sleep
Somebody hit a corner,
the angel of death
When they smokin' out
the barrel
Ain't gon' be shit left
A lot of yappin', lips clappin'
Needs to stop
You get split with a deej
That just got chopped
Screwed by the fucks
Got a crease on the sleeve
I'm tryin' to do rap
But uh, fuck these beats,
I'm trying to gang bang
till I'm fucking the streets
Fuck spitting at a people
like an everyday thing
You can't hang, fucking with me
I stay inbound in the SUV
The same food when the SUV
Remember that food
that I hit you last week?
Yup, it's me again
Sat on a nut nut nutty Mexican
Keep your eyes wide open, living the life
Like I can't really hang,
keep your ass inside
Living the life, we bangin' the die
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Em 
We gangstify, we been on the grind
So homie don't fuck with me,
when we in the streets
We doin' our time, we pushin' the line
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Em 
We harder to find, we empty the night
So homie don't pull your heat,
cause we don't sleep
We livin' the life, we bangin' the die
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Em 
We gangstify, we been on the grind
So homie don't fuck with me,
when we in the streets
We doin' our time, we wishin' a lot
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Em 
We harder to find, we hippie than not
So homie don't pull your heat
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Em 
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Em 
Cause we don't sleep
you