Blowing

Geah (crazy) It's one of the things man you gotta experience To know what I'm talkin' about (ha ha) It's where the going gets rough (Akon) The tough stay tough (Styles P) Ah-HAH! Upfront, let's go! Konvict, Konvict, ha ha We in too deep to turn back now, D (sure is) Watch yourself, 'fore you get blown away You know where I come from The place where your fade is a mic or a bull or dum-dum A jail cell, a pine box, and brothers are dumb young Still bust a gun for the slum that they come from Cops is the only ones they gon' run from They puttin' they hood up But 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good luck You gon' ride on a man and catch 25 Or get hit and get sent to the other side You lose both sides of the coin So me, I play the hood, baby, 9 in the groin Momma got a little church I could join, but I ain't go yet Man got a mosque I could join, but I ain't go yet Cool with the devil on my back, I'm in cold sweats About to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats If you known you should've shown the way Most the hood on the path to get blown away 'Cause I was raised up to show no fear Cowardly hearts'll never last long here If you ain't man up to make shit clear Guaranteed you'll get blown away 'Cause I done seen the block break down tears And I done seen the cops break my peers Tryna hold on a couple mo' years Tryin' not to get blown away See, I ain't never shot nobody But I'm known for fighting So when I strike, man, you think you been struck by lightning Shouldn't have to prove myself by killin' a nigga Even a child can take a life by pullin' a trigger Retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion See your target in the distance and keep on blastin' They say, "Guns don't kill people, people do" So when you hit, man, you feel that shit them evils do Can't see myself gettin' beat down, my eyes swollen Moms crying, really don't know what happened My pride's stolen If I ain't got my heat, then I got a blade That can get you off me in so many ways I keep my eye out for Jakes, ears to the streets Other eye out for snakes and these scandalous freaks If we ain't on good terms, don't bother to speak Don't smile and try to spark a convo with me Same thing make you laugh will make you cry Fuck around and let this quiet nigga here take your life Hate for it to be you the world's sacrifice So somebody else could travel through the tunnel of life 'Cause I'm that type of guy I'll be there when you're ridin', but I stay to myself So if you see me out there with a bear and we fightin' Nigga, then go help the bear