Song | Made 'n' America |
Artist | South Central Cartel |
Album | Concrete Jungle, Vol. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Nash, Patterson, Pitts | |
Got me livin the life | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don't want to | |
[L.A. Nash] | |
Never knew life could be so fucked up with no God to call | |
Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball | |
It seems the dreams we saw got burst | |
Lit up the ammunition, won the war [????] bodies back to the Earth | |
They say from war comes peace | |
I say in the streets of L.A. let it begin on every corner and streets | |
In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet | |
Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me | |
And to you devils plottin now know this | |
Haven't forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, don't miss, bitch | |
I know it's a sin to be suicidal | |
But the way you niggas and bitches is trippin today is like 'fuck the Bible' | |
No hesitation like [?????], nigga, no breath | |
Can escape Nash or the angel of death | |
Lost in a world where we all feel pain | |
The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again | |
You never know when it's yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don't want to | |
[uncredited guest rapper] | |
I praise God for relief, this life is hell | |
I'm trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail | |
These niggas wanna see me or do they wanna be me | |
If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me | |
Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin | |
Got me feeling like I'm addicted to all the drama | |
Don't know when I'ma touch the other side but I'ma ride | |
For all my niggas that died and all the tears you cried | |
But first things first, riders clown in this fast life | |
Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times | |
Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high | |
Money, bitches and jewels until we die | |
Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked | |
Scandalous homies'll turn they back and have your ass jacked | |
It's a fact, niggas stack to be the mack | |
When it's on it's on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan | |
You never know when it's yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don't want to | |
[Young Prodeje] | |
The streets got a young nigga cold | |
The streets'll make a young nigga old | |
Sell your soul to get parole | |
It didn't take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet | |
Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street | |
I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side | |
Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak can't survive | |
Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, fuckin bitches, buyin gold | |
Tellin my little homies if it's the life they wanna go | |
My nigga Lucifer'll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul | |
But you don't need that, it don't matter where you go | |
So I'ma ball while I'm here, roam this western hemisphere | |
Livin this life I don't wanna live but I ain't ready to leave here | |
[Prodeje] | |
I almost lost my soul to the .44 | |
So many niggas ficticious and quick to getcha if you don't know | |
Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest niggas'll fade you | |
Better watch your shit cause it be crackin somethin major | |
All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs | |
I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord | |
Nobody falls, so many homies fell though | |
And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to tell though | |
You never know when it's yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don't want to |
zuo ci : Nash, Patterson, Pitts | |
Got me livin the life | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to | |
L. A. Nash | |
Never knew life could be so fucked up with no God to call | |
Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball | |
It seems the dreams we saw got burst | |
Lit up the ammunition, won the war ???? bodies back to the Earth | |
They say from war comes peace | |
I say in the streets of L. A. let it begin on every corner and streets | |
In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet | |
Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me | |
And to you devils plottin now know this | |
Haven' t forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, don' t miss, bitch | |
I know it' s a sin to be suicidal | |
But the way you niggas and bitches is trippin today is like ' fuck the Bible' | |
No hesitation like ?????, nigga, no breath | |
Can escape Nash or the angel of death | |
Lost in a world where we all feel pain | |
The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again | |
You never know when it' s yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to | |
uncredited guest rapper | |
I praise God for relief, this life is hell | |
I' m trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail | |
These niggas wanna see me or do they wanna be me | |
If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me | |
Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin | |
Got me feeling like I' m addicted to all the drama | |
Don' t know when I' ma touch the other side but I' ma ride | |
For all my niggas that died and all the tears you cried | |
But first things first, riders clown in this fast life | |
Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times | |
Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high | |
Money, bitches and jewels until we die | |
Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked | |
Scandalous homies' ll turn they back and have your ass jacked | |
It' s a fact, niggas stack to be the mack | |
When it' s on it' s on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan | |
You never know when it' s yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to | |
Young Prodeje | |
The streets got a young nigga cold | |
The streets' ll make a young nigga old | |
Sell your soul to get parole | |
It didn' t take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet | |
Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street | |
I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side | |
Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak can' t survive | |
Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, fuckin bitches, buyin gold | |
Tellin my little homies if it' s the life they wanna go | |
My nigga Lucifer' ll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul | |
But you don' t need that, it don' t matter where you go | |
So I' ma ball while I' m here, roam this western hemisphere | |
Livin this life I don' t wanna live but I ain' t ready to leave here | |
Prodeje | |
I almost lost my soul to the . 44 | |
So many niggas ficticious and quick to getcha if you don' t know | |
Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest niggas' ll fade you | |
Better watch your shit cause it be crackin somethin major | |
All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs | |
I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord | |
Nobody falls, so many homies fell though | |
And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to tell though | |
You never know when it' s yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to |
zuò cí : Nash, Patterson, Pitts | |
Got me livin the life | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to | |
L. A. Nash | |
Never knew life could be so fucked up with no God to call | |
Labelled us ills, big boys developed the hearts to ball | |
It seems the dreams we saw got burst | |
Lit up the ammunition, won the war ???? bodies back to the Earth | |
They say from war comes peace | |
I say in the streets of L. A. let it begin on every corner and streets | |
In the belly of the beast is where me and my enemies meet | |
Inhalin teflon shells until the death of me | |
And to you devils plottin now know this | |
Haven' t forgotten my tactics, so when you shoot, don' t miss, bitch | |
I know it' s a sin to be suicidal | |
But the way you niggas and bitches is trippin today is like ' fuck the Bible' | |
No hesitation like ?????, nigga, no breath | |
Can escape Nash or the angel of death | |
Lost in a world where we all feel pain | |
The Lord keeps callin my name, so I escape again | |
You never know when it' s yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to | |
uncredited guest rapper | |
I praise God for relief, this life is hell | |
I' m trapped between jail cells and hell, felonies lately to stack mail | |
These niggas wanna see me or do they wanna be me | |
If I get it raw I draw heat like McGraw, feel me | |
Mama, without a coma, this G thuggin | |
Got me feeling like I' m addicted to all the drama | |
Don' t know when I' ma touch the other side but I' ma ride | |
For all my niggas that died and all the tears you cried | |
But first things first, riders clown in this fast life | |
Aggravated thoughts got my bound by my past times | |
Mama cried, we try, every day spend gettin high | |
Money, bitches and jewels until we die | |
Now watch em fly, like a bird will have you ballin or get you cracked | |
Scandalous homies' ll turn they back and have your ass jacked | |
It' s a fact, niggas stack to be the mack | |
When it' s on it' s on, I bring the chrome, now watch em moan | |
You never know when it' s yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to | |
Young Prodeje | |
The streets got a young nigga cold | |
The streets' ll make a young nigga old | |
Sell your soul to get parole | |
It didn' t take a man to hold the heat and blast him off his feet | |
Where evil lurk we put in work and represent the street | |
I hit my knees but it burn cause I done touched the other side | |
Where we hellbound in a small town and the weak can' t survive | |
Where my 9 to 5 is snatchin souls, fuckin bitches, buyin gold | |
Tellin my little homies if it' s the life they wanna go | |
My nigga Lucifer' ll keep it true to ya, all he want is your soul | |
But you don' t need that, it don' t matter where you go | |
So I' ma ball while I' m here, roam this western hemisphere | |
Livin this life I don' t wanna live but I ain' t ready to leave here | |
Prodeje | |
I almost lost my soul to the . 44 | |
So many niggas ficticious and quick to getcha if you don' t know | |
Gotta beat the heartless, in Cali the foulest niggas' ll fade you | |
Better watch your shit cause it be crackin somethin major | |
All my life I done ducked so many damn slugs | |
I felt em rippin through the walls as I prayed to the Lord | |
Nobody falls, so many homies fell though | |
And you can count the blood stains but they all got a different story to tell though | |
You never know when it' s yo time to go | |
Heaven or hell, freedom or jail, even die slow | |
Got me livin the life | |
That I don' t want to |