We came to drop these styles; It's no shock
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we rock 'til the cops come and knock non-stop
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We come from Psycho Cities and Blocks
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we're raisedby gunshots low life in hip hop
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Despite the rules I choose to be, one of the choosen few
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leavin you confused, dazed and what got you all amazed
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How the fuck we could be so blazed?
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It takes one block to fill your life with terror
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Think of all your bullet holes embedded in your area
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Bullet, bullet and in the end, who gets shot
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by motherfuckers making hip hop?
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We came here to get you high, represent underdogs world-wide
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on the hustle leading crooked lives
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We don't die, we multiply; but we divide
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so how are we gonna survive?
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You got your role, I got mine; dont cross paths
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cause an intersection's just another form of clash, we crash
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Due to violent environments, crimes terrorize rhyme events
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I'm bringing the streets to the stage, rockin your front page
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L.A., street families are crumblin we legacies
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There must be some type of way out of this pain
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said the joker chain smokin weed train
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take aim stop random cappin, shoot a hootah captain
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We came to drop these styles, it's no shock
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We rock 'til the cops come and rock non-stop
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Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?
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The Psycho Realm's spraying out your box
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We come from psycho cities and blocks
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We're raised by gunshots and low life in hip-hop
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Do you rock or do you get locked in fights with glocks?
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We come from psycho cities and blocks
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Will spirits dancing in the flesh accept
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when somebody changes the music and the tune is death
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We don't dance around bonfires
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We get stoned, tripped or wired
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in memory of those expired
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My people's exodus results in prejudice
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You ask us why, in poverty, we become terrorists
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Now let me tell you this: we don't choose to tote gats
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and sellin on the corner is to avoid tax
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If you gun talk or hip-hop there's too much division
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so find a new mission or it'll stop
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We do our thing, talk slang, live on fast lanes
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Some do it for money, and others for the fame
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You're out playin games dangerous with high aim
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How long will you maintain before you get slain?
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Clearing the mind but my soul is mad
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Tendency to act real bad
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come across me don't c.o.m.e. out at n.i.g.h.t.
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Yeah, we the fuckin crazy youth from the streets freely
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You see me Pelon Psyclone delivering a metal rainstorm
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Chorus
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Psycho City Blocks
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