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I saw the homie at the store, he say he came up
Ainât seen him in a couple years, look how he changed up
He got that thang tucked, he throwinâ gangs up
Red T and red shoestrings, lilâ homie flamed up
He sellinâ drugs now, he reppinâ Blood now
He run with thugs plus he beefinâ with the cuz now
Small as a bug, but he sware to God he bloodhound
Thug love, get at anybody throwinâ blood down
Got partners hoopinâ murder, 48, he still claim
âCause that can never happen to him, he the real thang
Until that steel bang, and then he feel pain
And get killed for real, thinkinâ he
And then it will change, you wonât be the same brother
Youâll be in real flames, I donât mean your gang colors
Forget your gang culture, this is my appeal mayne
Call on the Lord while you live, you can still change
You say you represent, down to die for your hood
But take a second guess: if you die, it ainât good
Your sins havenât been confessed, you donât know God like you should
And ainât no second tries when you lyinâ in that wood
You a gangsta, gangsta, in need of a change
You say banginâ ainât a thang, but your gang ainât a good look
Gangsta, gangsta, is it worth eternal flames?
This should make you wanna change, nah man it ainât a good look
You got your bandana on and your cap to the left
Feel that fire in your bones when that strap in your belt
Your homies make you feel strong, you will clap till the death
The robbers catch you all alone, you will scrap by yourself
âCause you a soldier, catch you slippinâ low, show them boys you rep Blue
You ainât got no problem provinâ you ainât who to step to
Drive by the crib, ainât got no window, let the Czech loose
Rat-cha-cha-cha-cha, whoever put that on your tattoo
(Really) is your mind attack (itâs silly) pullinâ nines on cats
And kill âem over nothing but a color, you gonâ die for that?
Believinâ you gonâ skip the judgement throne and go where God is at
Like God is wack and just gonâ let you slide, but heâs a God that acts
Donât be deceived, yep deception is a mug ainât it?
You say you love your G, but sin got your love tainted
Look happy as your boys pumpinâ, got the cuz banginâ
But when your soul is thirsty, hate can feel like love, canât it?
Ok thatâs when????, this donât make no sense to me
That color is your god âcause thatâs where you find your identity
It controls your activity, your block is your vicinity
Itâs just colors youâre risking your life for what gives you dignity
Ok listen, letâs say for instance you die for this entity
And in your grave, the choirs praise as organs play your symphony
Your partners blow out smoke and blow some drank out in your memory
But what good does that profit you when you and God are enemies?
Now you got a dilemma, youâll face God as a sinner
Place your hour on this planet, guilty without a defender
Once was loud as a blender, now your violence has dwindled
A gang member lost a soul being proud of the sinful
Dang, donât save your soul for it mayne
âCause your master is the one who gets control of your brain
Theyâll tag your name in honor since you rolled for the âcaine
But your face on a shirt wonât make up for your soul in the flames
- Album:
- Dying to Live
- Redemption
- Black Out
- Black Out Instrumentals
- X2012
- Hold Me Down
- Murder Swag
- PSA, Volume 2
- PSA, Volume 1
- Before I Die
- Be a Pro, Vol. 2
- Real Grown Biz
- The Man, the Myth, the Gift
- The World Ends: Afro Rock & Psychedelia in 1970s Nigeria
- Blacky Joe
- My Name Is Pro (The Introduction)
- Overtime
- Hold Me Down - Single