C-Rayz Walz - We Live lyrics

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[Chorus: C-Rayz Walz]

We live! Where ya close friends die

And they say that a man ain't supposed to cry

We live! Amongst the stress and struggle

And we know that the beast don't love you!

We live! Next door to rats and gats

And the cats in the back sellin crack

We live! Where there's no God in the sky

But we live cause we can't die!

[C-Rayz Walz]

We live, where +Heavy Metal+ ain't a rock magazine

Not f'real, but you'll get shot down with glock magazines

I feel, when we do good we did wrong

Dougie got murdered in the hood, but he still lives on

He played ball in the snow, with that bubblegoose warm

Tryin to clap boards, without turf shoes on

We live where the ambulance takes too long

When your ass is on the line, like you dressed in thongs

Be strong! The same thing I told my mother

With blood on her shoulder, as she was holdin my brother

We live! Where doo-rags stay under the hat

And you don't want waves, but the bandana gotta match

And some still rock gold, but everybody went plat'

Lookin at the ground like YO WHASSUP WIT DAT?

We live where some people fight fair

Everybody got a pair of Nike Airs and police is right there

[Chorus]

[C-Rayz Walz]

We live, where I could be the next man out

And shit is really +Ludacris+ now like +Def Jam South+

Just l-let me know, what's ya fantasy

Mine is to live 'til 50, with a family

Can it all be so simple then? The instrumental ends

On stage I kill it, with a stenciled pen

It's not strange, how the whole thing went down

It's a shame, everybody wanna bling chain now

We live! Where the young ones is bigger than me

It used to be P-A-L and Little League

That's dead now, nobody wanna play on the block

Everybody want rims, and a big face knot

It's not a game, I don't coach, I watch

From the sidelines, players be missin they shots!

And I still clap! Cause I know how it is

TIME OUT! We be tryin to score where we live

[Chorus]

[C-Rayz Walz]

We live, where a 40 and a blunt is breakfast

And police swerve to serve and disrespect us

Churches gassed us, Chinese foods induce asthma

Roaches run fast, the rats run faster

This feeling got a few cracks, the corner's flooded

Tell me who want it, we wake up from bad dreams runnin

Basketball games feel like heaven

I married the streets - Uncle Ben threw rice at the wedding

Classic, like a slapbox festival

Or when cats come home from doin five live federal

Surrounded by cheese like Domino, cat be cool

Mommy's got a gat, papi too

Next to the liquor store, next to the church

Cause of the verse I'm in the Vibe, next on the verbs

Cause of the dirt in my past, I'm still grimy

Still livin movin forward with death behind me

[Chorus x2]