Everyday another struggle living in violence,
Mothers is crying,homies is dying!
But we ain’t throwing our hands up
Run up and buck like we don’t give a fuck
It’s a must I stay on my toes keep my eyes on the streets
Was once told his best to know who’s your enemies
24 seven living in the red strictly for the cause
SJ representative
No love for the opposition
We blow those putos our commission
Or make their ass turn, Christian
My actions just reactions of my environment
Police lights flashing sounds of sirens
Due to violence
Over dope, money and bitches
Gang retaliation or motherfucking snitches
It don’t stop it keeps going like time keeps on tickin
My Penitentiary chances thicken
Living in the pinta you ain’t promised to make it back
Some get killed or get cracked
For the third strike and that’s that, nortenyo lifestyle
That’ll make you cry or make you smile
[Chorus]
Every day, another struggle living in violence
Mothers is crying Homies is dyin
But we ain’t throwing our hands up
Run up and buck like we don’t give a fuck
[Verse]
San hoe city of the shark show off
Come out here with a foul mouth
And get your head blown off
Straight to the point, we don’t beat around the bush
Unless you one of these suckers getting beat around the bush
Sauté that ass like it’s heater around the tush
When the heaters get pushed, wife beaters gets smashed
After you hear the blast, it’s too late to get spiritual
Once you hear it blow, you got a second for miracles be hungry up north it ain’t a place to floss cake
That candy apple paint will get eight if you cross the bay
Stop in Morgan Hill or get popped on Santa Clara
After the hammers Blair, they gonna like some candles there
Shootouts, dope deals, car, jacking, and robberies
When war is cracking, don’t bother me
Cause I’m a rider G
Plus a gun survivor and if your pants down they’re gonna come inside you
KillaSun