Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's where we stay
I know this 'lil nigga man he only five feet three
Napoleon complex that's what I see
He pack a four to five when he walking through the streets
So even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel me
He never knew his pops
His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block
Thug life tat so they call him 'lil pac
He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me
He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean
Knuckle head nigga think he know everything
He headed to the grave or he heading to the bing believe me
Screaming crime don't stop he either gonna rap play ball or sling rock
Once he making money he don't really give a fuck
Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me
So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection
You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
He was born with drugs up in his veins
Because his momma was addicted to cocaine
A beast on the court but that was about to change
Once he made a couple dollars from a dice game
Moved out his house now he lives in the fast lane
Thinks that he's grown you can't tell him a damn thing
Get it all on his own so he crowned himself king
Try take it from him he let eight shots sing straight up
Having shoot outs with the police
It happens when you're raised in the belly of the beast
A chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streets
A real life D-bo if you got it he want piece
But it's only a matter of damn time
Before he's laid out with his mom crying
Hooked up to a respirator while the doctor trying
To bring him back but the clock's stopped and homie done ran outta time
So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection
You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's where we stay
So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection
You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ya kinda had that coming
Ya kinda had that coming
You live by the gun die by the gun Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K In the heart of the slums that's where we stay I know this 'lil nigga man he only five feet three Napoleon complex that's what I see He pack a four to five when he walking through the streets So even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel me He never knew his pops His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block Thug life tat so they call him 'lil pac He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean Knuckle head nigga think he know everything He headed to the grave or he heading to the bing believe me Screaming crime don't stop he either gonna rap play ball or sling rock Once he making money he don't really give a fuck Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it You live by the gun die by the gun Ya kinda had that coming He was born with drugs up in his veins Because his momma was addicted to cocaine A beast on the court but that was about to change Once he made a couple dollars from a dice game Moved out his house now he lives in the fast lane Thinks that he's grown you can't tell him a damn thing Get it all on his own so he crowned himself king Try take it from him he let eight shots sing straight up Having shoot outs with the police It happens when you're raised in the belly of the beast A chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streets A real life D-bo if you got it he want piece But it's only a matter of damn time Before he's laid out with his mom crying Hooked up to a respirator while the doctor trying To bring him back but the clock's stopped and homie done ran outta time So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it You live by the gun die by the gun Ya kinda had that coming You live by the gun die by the gun Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K In the heart of the slums that's where we stay So now ya can't run away ain't got no protection You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road Ain't shit you can say you just gotta take it You live by the gun die by the gun Ya kinda had that coming Ya kinda had that coming Explain Request ×
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