Sometimes you gotta let it go
Certain situations you're facin' will make your head explode

Being in this game ain't no joke
Plenty brothas on the street straight get smoked
People wearin them folks
Its straight up bump to the grind
We drop and it seem like it ain't gon stop
Growin up around gang bangers, feinds that'll make you scream,
Is on the scene, us that make ya cane
It was fun at first, now I pass
I was trippin with the game, but the game dun got to bad
Them boys lockin us up left and right
I'm down with the cause, uphold the law
It begins at birth, from which I draw
And everybody want to be the man with the quick hand
But the big man un-organized
Up in them thangs, blowin our brains
Close your eyes picture how you might die
Sippin up the dro, livin in the g-e-double-t-o
Comin outside sometimes I'm strapped
Knowin that somebody might try to pull my brains and my life
Want to take me out
It's the life we live for, we kill for
When you get pushed to the edge of the ledge
And fusion all I hear is music

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Writer(s): JEFFREY MARTIN, JOSEPH SECCHIAROLI, KELLY SCIANDRA, MICHAEL CARROLL, STEVEN PADIN