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letra de the confrontation - magnetic

intro: you was gangsta just a min ago mag, what part of the game is that? it was gravy when you getting, popping them thing, now a couple of bids under your belt, some homies get murder you want out! hn where your heart at now mag? forced ha you wanted this game more then life itself!

i been forced in this game with a gun to my head
c-ck back if he squeeze my as be dead/
{f–k} now i’m sitting back writing out bars
for maps laid out homie going in hard/
but in my ear i hear my dark side just screaming
you better make it there mag think about them children/
i own your soul f–k up your wife is a widow
your life is done your picture on the wall by the window/
nah fam it ain’t going down like that
who ever you are please get the f–k off my back/
i do what you say please don’t take me soul
whatever it take i don’t want to ride that road/
it’s bad enough whole life been living on edge
sh-lling drugs blowing on bud with guns in the hand/
i hear you mag that was a part of me
the game i set for you since a lil g/
why me, why you pick me in 76
had me on lock 86 i hit the bricks/
with no direction not knowing the game i’m playing
man up stop crying what the f–k you saying/
you loved it tho, didn’t you, yes i did
why you crying now mag cause i count them bids/
along this ride i seen a lot of homies just die
a couple of them dead right in front of my eyes/
so what, what you mean by that
i saved your -ss so your -ss don’t land in a sack/
my days was numbered 13 hit up twice
14 you count a bid went to jail, you right/
hold up the more we build the more i see
the more i start to realizing you had it out for me/
doing your job living in the soul of my body
poisoned the brain like a guinea big for a hobby/
you let me in look what i made of your -ss
you turned me into a mad man i made you a dad/
showed you the ropes sk!lls to survive in this world
i feed you knowledge of both sides of the world/
but what you do choose the devil side of me
the only thing that you feed me was the map of the streets/
how to cook cane run blocks mastered the heat
how to creep on a n—a when they partially sleep/
roll up the dro hypnotize by cars and fat -ss
60 inch around the neck depending on fast cash/
it seems to me your heart got weak
a lil bitterness for these streets and me/
i feel your pain but come on i gotta eat
and the power your body process mag is pure heat/
you real wise intelligent strong as an ox
the way i was running fam i should of been in the box/
nah nah don’t thing that way i got your back
so why you got the gun to my head to write this track?

- magnetic

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