My Life, Through my eyes n my peoples eyes.
my life and whatnot happened during my time.
12. oktober 1987, everybody is hustlin their own way up to heaven
people gettin shot, no one knows who pullit, my only bodyguad was the bullet
my homie took a life i cant say it was wrong, we'v been hustlin since the day we got born
terrorisd n victimized plus no one their to hear us,their only objective was to kill us
even know we the realest, fightin for the title to be the illest
met alot of squillaz on my road, almost became one, almost my soul i sold
oh lord the road is cold, the world got a lot of little brains for you to mold
me, my brain is set to killa mode, neva seen peace nigga "guirlla mode"
no matter what happens in ur life nigga, neva give up
carry on like did...carry hope
hope is what keeps us alive, hope is what makes us wake up in the mornin
wishin for better dayz
ive been stabbed n pushed around, now its enough, hell no more cuffin
ive been shot at, as hard it sounds, what happend is to rough, ud think im bluffin
this iz a true story, betta believe
this iz a true story, betta believe
this iz a true story, betta believe
this iz a true story, betta believe
this iz a true story!
Moztwanted,
Moztwanted
Moztwanted
Moztwanted!
true story part one!