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letra de terrorized - ebk youngblood

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i was born in the hood, in the streets, this is not nice
but if you talkin’ down on the team, you gon pay the price
i remember everyday, after school, momma only fixed beans n rice
bustas be thinking like they hot, until they get iced
my lonely days were never lonely, cuz i tote this pipe
he talkin’ like he bout it, ese, don’t believe the hype
i stuck in the darkness, n i ain’t had no guiding light
always gotta totе something, cuz i know these еses don’t fight
i was in elementary with a mac n use to run off bikes
pop a busta like a balloon n send him to the sky
expect the unexpected, if you pull up tryna slide
creeping on my block is a stupid decision, it’s ill-advised

i know he at the heaven gates, if the incident televised
his homie seen him die, acted as if he was paralyzed
we stay on their block, they stay gettin’ terrorized
they scared to came around, we got them terrified
don’t go dissin’ on the net, or’ll it make your momma cry

we keep shootin’ up their section, we call it genocide
use to the violence, i been desensitized
ski mask with shades on, don’t wanna be recognized
creepin’ on my block, get him tagged up, you been identified
what you think you doin’? you can’t be on this side
told him watch his mouth, but this is your life
keep talkin’ crazy out your neck, we gon take your life
don’t even do business with them, they the rival side
since you smokin’ my dead manz, he gon get you fried
i know he at the heaven gates, if the incident televised
his homie seen him die, acted as if he was paralyzed
we stay on their block, they stay gettin’ terrorized
they scared to came around, we got them terrified
don’t go dissin’ on the net, or’ll it make your momma cry

hit him in the neck, two times, how did he survive?
beam in his face, blinded by the light
sent 8 shots towards him, this is your demise
he tried to run away, left his body by the stop sign
beggin’ for his life when the bullets hit his spine
i know i’m probably gon be dead or n jail, but it’s alright
never punched a clock, but one day i’m forced to resign
posted on the same block, i’m not hard to find
rather be in a cell then in h-ll, already been did time
this the life i live, that’s why i keep mine

i know he at the heaven gates, if the incident televised
his homie seen him die, acted as if he was paralyzed
we stay on their block, they stay gettin’ terrorized
they scared to came around, we got them terrified
don’t go dissin’ on the net, or’ll it make your momma cry

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