Dying in My City

[MP] (gunshots) What's happening money Damn, nigga money got blasted like that Fuck man that shit ain't cool dog Niggas just dying in my motherfucking city bruh It's a pity, fuck it Nigga was only 14 nigga This shit real out here, fuck it check this out player Can you feel it Young niggas dying in my city Hey, it's kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity Young niggas dying in my city It's kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity Young niggas dying in my city Hey, it's kind of shitty, a motherfucking pity [C-Murder] I sit reminscing about my nigga roe My nigga joe died at the age of one four And it's a motherfucking shame Another thug nigga killed in the dope game Young black men dropping like flies I seen the tears running down his baby momma's eyes An epidemic that the world can't hide Genocide niggas killing up they own kind Murder, murder, is something that I can't help I even had to ride on some niggas by myself I live by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun I'm paranoid, it got me on the run Will I live to see my grey hairs I don't know, cause I'm getting alot of mean stares I asked the lord to put the reaper on hold (why) Cause my young niggas dying in the ghetto Chorus [Snoop] What the fuck is up, in the place to be Coming out the dirty south, is snoop D O double G Something for the street, c-murder give it up 9 time 4 5, Magic what up All the homies who are hard daddy niggas on the set Made the bigger homies upset, fuck em Got in a niggas way So we jets and dope spot set appears Fuck the big homie, his baby momma, and his kids Who lives and gives to his bitches on the corner 15 years old, with a gang-bang diploma Slang cane in Fermona But now my nigga game done elevated So you can catch that nigga hanging out in a Tacoma He own one Da game is to be sold not to be told But ya'll knew that, back on that gin and juice, true dat Two gats, two hoes, diamond rings and a rolls Nobody know when the doors close Shit if I ever come out (come out), I never run out (run out) Nigga shot the lil homie in the face before he could pull his gun out 15 years old, what a cold way to go out (why, why) Ain't no pity in my motherfucking city, it's shitty isn't it But you better mind your business, see we bust Niggas like us, shit we leaving no witness (believe it) Real, it's real my nigga getting smoked everyday, you heard me Chorus [Magic] Hold on, hold on I respect ya'll motherfuckers trying to come up just like me Niggas who say fuck the police if it's my time, come and get me Hustlin since my adolescence See I'm addicted to face masks and smith & wessons Niggas lucky that they took me off the street in time Cause I was dressin with my weapon bout to lose my mind But I'm focused on the finer things Play the game to you dumb thugs that walk the street with no love Veins fulls of cold blood I feel your fuckin pain I get your money nigga Misunderstandin create your chances of you dying quicker Keep your heat under your hilfiger I bet you knew that was a nigga When you least expect it, come and get ya Now picture I'm up and ready for the bastard I was too cold to be touched, I leave em frozen in a casket It's kind of shitty, but niggas dying in my city I ain't even got a piece of pussy, ain't that a pity Chorus [C-Murder] Motherfucking pity ya know Rest in peace to all my young niggas that Didn't make it to see another year nigga huh Young niggas dying in my city nigga, representing ya heard me