Listen To The Story As We Rap To The Beat



As We Educate Ya 'bout Life In The Street



Coz Gang Bangin, Dope Slangin, (??baffle The Hit)



If You Do It Too Long, You'll End Up Dead



If You Don't End Up Dead, You'll End Up In Jail



Livin Your Life In A Concrete Hell




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Gang Bang ! You're Dead And Lyin In The Street



Gang Bang ! Fifteen Years Old And A Cold Piece O' Meat



Gang Bang ! Now Tell Me Brotha Watcha Gonna Do



Gang Bang ! When The Coroner Puts The Bag On You




Ooh You're Standin On The Corner, Selling Weed



Tryin To Earn Money For The Things You Need



You Look Like A Waitress, Who Works In A Bar



But You Don't Wait On Tables, You Wait On Cars



You Don't Carry A Tray, You Carry A Bag



A Car Passes By, You Start To Blast



A Car Pulls Over Then You Make The Drop



And Out Jumps A Badge And A Narco Cop



Up Against The Wall, And Down To Jail



You Can't Go Home Coz You Can't Make Bail



Your Mother's At Home, Constantly Cryin



For Fear That Her Baby Could Be Dyin




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You Wear Red Rag, Blue Rag, And Big Shoelaces



You Drink 40 Ounce Brew By The Cases



You Dress So Tacky 'til You Look Like A Slob



And You Wonder Why You Can't Get A Job



You Wear Barrets And You Call Yourself A Man



And You Never Wear The Right Size Pants



Your Clothes Are Never Fresh, They're Always Stale



Who's Your Designer, The County Jail ?



You Got Secret Words And Finger Signs



Twisted Egos And Warped Minds



Your Grammar Is Bad And You Think You're Cool



But If You Listen To Yourself, You Sound Like A Fool




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