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letra de livin on the edge - evil mind gangsta's

[verse 1: big syke]
i’m on a lot of mothaf-ckin’ sh-tlists
i seen my f-ckin’ picture at the god d-mned post office
wanted for a triple murder and kidnap
i check myself to make sure that i had my strap
d-mn straight ’cause how i’m livin’ mothaf-cka
your ass would be a fool to take me for a sucka
-automatic gunfire- is the sound of the f-ckin’ tool
show no mercy let my evil mind rule
one k!lling maniac lunatic ass n-gga
i keep my fingers glued to the f-ckin’ trigga
for the n-ggas that roam in the wrong zone
body bag is how yo’ ass goin’ home
from the days in the hood, up to no good
try some sh-t n-gga, i wish you would
’cause i don’t give a f-ck i push yo’ ass of the ledge
sh-t don’t matter when you livin’ on the edgе

[chorus]
-police sirens throughout the chorus-
livin’ on thе edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge
[verse 2: mental illness]
i’m in misery last night i made history
i k!lled fifty people that didn’t do sh-t to me
don’t ask why, no i wasn’t high
just mad at the world someone had to die
can’t be faded, i’m more than gang affiliated
only fear of death is coming back reincarnated
i had it hard and the world caught me off guard
my best homies lyin’ dead in his front yard
at fourteen i was twenty two, smarter than a math teacher
fifteen i spoke like a baptist preacher
i’m in misery, they sayin that i ran the world
call on my power, my uzi’s and girls
but i was lookin’ to get out of the ghetto
but for now i’m just a street made rebel
i got the gun in hand, bullets all on my bed
’cause the mental illness is livin’ on the edge

[instrumental break]

[verse 3: domino]
in 81 domino was put in the mix
by the gangstas on the streets who taught me the tricks
growin’ up with an attitude and never been tooken
only thing i couldn’t swing was those god d-mned ass whoopin’s
coming home intoxicated
conversations with my parents ’cause they refused to tolerate it
always seen up and down the block
then forced to the game of slangin’ rocks
popped by the cops cut everything short
and you wonder why a n-gga drink [?] and smoke newports
hard times kept a n-gga in the back field
give me your money or get your f-ckin’ cap peeled
it’s 92 i better watch my back
if i don’t die violent i might die of smokin’ crack
now picture domino found dead
we all gotta go, when you livin’ on the edge
[chorus]
-police sirens throughout the chorus-
livin’ on the edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge, livin’ on the edge
livin’ on the edge

- evil mind gangstas

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