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letra de kalashnikov kids - southside jonesy

grownin up dressin like the 80s wudda got u slapped around in school
no bully activist just everybody clownin you
fight back and get that prolly get ya whole sh-t cracked

or front like you gon miss class act like sh-t didnt happen
truth be told those the one that made it out the fastest
rest of us was messin up strungout on designer fashion
our parents couldn’t afford it so we stole it or hustled for it
slang crack or straight jackin run the streets until the morning
we was youngins cuttin class in them hallways
i remember them long days hustle hard on them walkways
nowadays i call the shots around my way
my hittas do not play get you could die in ya driveway
but i mean back when joey bucks had it crackin
had n-ggas movin packs in any form shape or fashion
was always bout the action
split a n-ggas hat wit a bat for tryna front on the captain
it wasn’t happenin

his temper been a problem and the pressure got em wildin
i’m a rider i’m a rider ain’t no thinkin i’m a fire
addicted to the violence aint thinkin bout it stoppin i’m a rider
i’m a rider gunsmoke for my rivals
victim of the trama they depict em as a monster i’m a rider
i’m a rider ain’t no thinkin i’m a fire
more heart than brains no sense all bravado i’m a rider
i’m a rider gunsmoke to my rivals

no parental guidence cuz our mamas they had own problems
wit switch blades we was striving to be the kings of the projects
back in 6th grade we stomped a kid and beat em unconscious
sh-t wasn’t good in the hood we was stuck there starvin
knew a bunny from the northside havin a party
made her think that i date her now we up there mobbin
lil mama i’m a rider
if he try us ima fire
no sense in mi cabeza
no parents in her casa so im doin what i wanna relaxin and baggin product
blowin marijuana i’m trappin until the cops come
then we out a window into the woods quick as a ninja
if they get ya n-ggas know that ya good n0body snitchin
14 clique air tight steer clear of weirdos
plus rudy movin real right tech-9 wit the airholes we gucci
super straight sh-t looked like a movie take
when rudy chased newton’s rat ass wit a f-ckin uzi

8th grade caught a quick armed robbery know i’m late for homeroom
please miss dont bother me
9th grade bunxious and rudy were both bagged for stabbin sh-ts
kinda sad to look back and imagine what would happened next
soph0m-re was cool made some money bought some jewels
but next year sh-t got kinda rude and not cool
was supposed to be a college kid but suckas started gossipin
and botherin my cousin lost my scholarships behind the sh-t
you mess wit him you mess wit me i’m a say this respectfully
anybody presses lee everybody rests in peace
whole first month of junior year they sendin threats
teachers tell me not to flex but i’m movin wit a tec
heavy drinkin from the stress i ain’t had no friends left
haji back in dys and e-man lookin at a stretch
plus my homie kobe got locked up for a body
we was the type of kids that brought guns parties
the same year my cousin joey got bodied started livin
wit my pops full time to get out the projects
and avoid the non sense kalashnikov kids crash ya party start sh-t

- southside jonesy

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