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letra de have u ever tried (no more raza die) - slow pain

[verse 1: slow pain]
we keep it gangsta for the homies, rapping on them oldies
big q’vole to them og’s, brown pride homies
this is for the raza, no me digas nada
lil savage, que pasa, old town in the casa
smoking on a leño and i’m feeling really good
i love my crazy neighborhood and my caddy fleetwood
cruising whittier boulevard, looking for a freak
trying to mend a broken heart like al green
i miss my homies that’s in heaven, my homies doing life
only the strong survive
bless your kids and wife
i say a prayer for the little homies, locked up in the game
k!lling one anothеr, tell me ain’t that a shame
i can’t wait for thе day, that we all get along
we too deep and too strong
that’s why i made this song
while i’m still yelling, big bad old side
hey raza, have you ever tried?

[chorus: jonny u]
hey, have you ever tried?
try to get along with the other side
i think we can make it, if we really tried
cause i don’t wanna see no more, raza die
[verse 2: bigg bandit]
as i’m sittin’ here behind bars lookin’ how we get along
if we were in the streets, you know it would be on
it’s that south side love, that brings us all together
and fool we don’t die, we all live forever
it’s the stories from the neighborhood that keep us all going
my lady, she pregnant, send me pictures now she showin’
i wish i could turn back the hands of time
till the day i crossed the line and commuted a crime
life is messed up, but still i keep my chest up
throw the west up, never will i confess up
15 years passed, still gone
my son from the neighborhood and it’s on
who ever knows when people get shot
but it’s my son one day in a parking lot
i look up to the sky, don’t wanna wonder why
hear my lady in her letters that she cries, why

[chorus: jonny u]
hey, have you ever tried?
try to get along with the other side
i think we can make it, if we really tried
cause i don’t wanna see no more, raza die

[verse 3: lil demon]
see i was state raised, born and trained to be a g
my hood comes first, my hood’s my family
i play the game by the rules of the streets
smile now smile later, state boots and tattoos
i get my south side groove on to a slow jam
an oldie but a goodie, by smokey robinson
my papa was a rollin’ stone and i’m a rider
a lifer, a real real sider
i’m in the frontline, down to die for my people
sling shots, bald heads and buick regals
the streets are fickle, got me locked down
i’m on parole, p-ss test for my p.o
homie pass the frejo, double dip
i pack an extra clip, in case you levas wanna trip
it’s kind of hard to be a k!ller and live let live
you know i’m living my life for my little kids
[chorus: jonny u]
hey, have you ever tried?
try to get along with the other side
i think we can make it, if we really tried
cause i don’t wanna see no more, raza die

- slow pain

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