Gangsta Life

(Intro) Yo, check the mic, one two, this ain't no game Concrete jungle, where survival's the same Blood spilled on the pavement, a crimson stain Gangsta life, etched deep in my brain.

(Verse 1) Born in the struggle, raised in the streets, Where sirens wailin' are the only sweet treats. Young blood runnin', fueled by the heat, Loyalty's a weapon, bitter and sweet. From drive-by shootouts to turf wars we fought, Every brother's a soldier, dearly bought. We ain't no saints, our hands are blood-soaked, This ain't a story, it's a life we evoked.

(Hook) Gangsta life, ain't no fairy tale, Concrete jungle, where the strong prevail. We ride or die, no time to fail, This ain't a game, it's a life in jail.

(Verse 2) From South Central to the Bronx, the story's told, Generations trapped, bought and sold. Hustlin' for survival, stories unfold, In the shadows we linger, brave and bold. We stack paper, that's the motto we live by, Respect earned, or you'll surely die. In this concrete labyrinth, we strive and we fly, Above the vultures, we reach for the sky.

(Verse 3) They call us thugs, criminals, the scum of the earth, But they don't see the struggle, the pain, the birth, Of a broken system, tearing us apart, Leaving scars on our souls, breaking our hearts. We're products of our environment, it's true, But even in darkness, we find our own hue. We rise from the ashes, a defiant crew, Gangsta life's our reality, plain and true.

(Hook) Gangsta life, ain't no fairy tale, Concrete jungle, where the strong prevail. We ride or die, no time to fail, This ain't a game, it's a life in jail.