In this one, i rap like im black.
if you are easily offended, dont read this. you might be sad inside.
Also, ive been told that the first two lines resemble something 50 cent rapped. Im sorry, i havent actually heard the song that people are refereing too. I dont listen to 50 cent.
Can you hear it?
THC
Ya hear the gun shot, then ya feel ya heart stop
Another pop, and the nigga beside you drops,
Sirens are soundin, feet are poundin,
Death’s surroundin, niggas dropping all around and,
Ya feel the pain, you gone insane,
Nothing to lose, its all to gain,
Just another drive-by, more mothas gonna cry,
Cause their kids are dyin, the police are lyin,
How many more gotta die, and why lord, why
Must I live this life, full of strife, me and my gang
Held at the knife by, the man, that one guy that says
“do this, do that, live here, you can’t buy that,”
wont stand for this crap, and this is why I rap,
can you hear the beats, in the streets,
where the gangs meet to decide
who lives and whos time expires,
the squeal of the tires, and everyone fires,
6 more dead by the end of the night,
Even though tomorrow is just another fight
To stay alive, hope you don’t take the dive,
Its vicious succession, with no progression,
It keeps ya guessin, clutchin ya Smith and Wesson,
If MLK was alive today, If he saw what niggas these days have to go through,
he’d probly shoot himself
And I know that might sound cruel but its reality,
You gotta have accuracy to stay alive in the hive,
Yeah the city is unkind, for our kind, the black mind
And black skin, shit, they did it again,
Anotha motha fucka got shot by a sucka with a hand gun,
.357 magnum, my mind is numb, man this shit’s dumb
All the rappers today, ya hear them say,
“I been blastin on fools all night and all day,”
But if they fools why blast ‘em?
Its just another casket for the men in black to carry out back
Of the church, another mothers search
For her little boy, but as she finds him
A hole in the ground, and she wishes she’d never found
Her son, cause now hes done,
And so is this song, I cant go on,
Those boys don’t have to die so young
But the streets are rough, you gotta be tough
And made of the right stuff else yer life’s gonna end like that
you can listen to the beat for this song at SoundClick MP3: THCVT - hip hop, gangsta rap, yeah!
if you are easily offended, dont read this. you might be sad inside.
Also, ive been told that the first two lines resemble something 50 cent rapped. Im sorry, i havent actually heard the song that people are refereing too. I dont listen to 50 cent.
Can you hear it?
THC
Ya hear the gun shot, then ya feel ya heart stop
Another pop, and the nigga beside you drops,
Sirens are soundin, feet are poundin,
Death’s surroundin, niggas dropping all around and,
Ya feel the pain, you gone insane,
Nothing to lose, its all to gain,
Just another drive-by, more mothas gonna cry,
Cause their kids are dyin, the police are lyin,
How many more gotta die, and why lord, why
Must I live this life, full of strife, me and my gang
Held at the knife by, the man, that one guy that says
“do this, do that, live here, you can’t buy that,”
wont stand for this crap, and this is why I rap,
can you hear the beats, in the streets,
where the gangs meet to decide
who lives and whos time expires,
the squeal of the tires, and everyone fires,
6 more dead by the end of the night,
Even though tomorrow is just another fight
To stay alive, hope you don’t take the dive,
Its vicious succession, with no progression,
It keeps ya guessin, clutchin ya Smith and Wesson,
If MLK was alive today, If he saw what niggas these days have to go through,
he’d probly shoot himself
And I know that might sound cruel but its reality,
You gotta have accuracy to stay alive in the hive,
Yeah the city is unkind, for our kind, the black mind
And black skin, shit, they did it again,
Anotha motha fucka got shot by a sucka with a hand gun,
.357 magnum, my mind is numb, man this shit’s dumb
All the rappers today, ya hear them say,
“I been blastin on fools all night and all day,”
But if they fools why blast ‘em?
Its just another casket for the men in black to carry out back
Of the church, another mothers search
For her little boy, but as she finds him
A hole in the ground, and she wishes she’d never found
Her son, cause now hes done,
And so is this song, I cant go on,
Those boys don’t have to die so young
But the streets are rough, you gotta be tough
And made of the right stuff else yer life’s gonna end like that
you can listen to the beat for this song at SoundClick MP3: THCVT - hip hop, gangsta rap, yeah!