L.G. Wise - How Many lyrics

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How many gonna raise they seed

How many gonna blow that weed

How many gonna slang that dope

When we know it's hope we really need

How many gonna make 'em bleed

How many gonna make 'em freeze

How many gonna push that weight

Do anything it take to get that cheese

See 'em everyday get hit with a charge

Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard

Know it's kinda hard behind them bars

20 to life and you full of the strife

'Cuz you know you gotta fight for life

'Cuz if you life by the gun, die by the gun

Came from the slums where it ain't no fun

Somebody killed her only son

Who's gonna take his place, no one

Really don't matter 'bout the color or race

When the bullets start to fly all thru the place

Shorty got shot with a chrome 45

Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lie

How many mommas out here gotta cry

How many kids out here gotta die

Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes

Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, right

uh-hua, okay, no how no way

Talk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen

Everybody from the money maker to the player hater

Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace

Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya later

But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets

D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace

Cause the violence to ceace' cuz that's the way that it's gotta be

You heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease

'Cuz that's the way that it's gotta be

45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood

Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood

Know where I'm from, cats spit straight fire

Come on the block to make sure you die

Violation Wodie, comin' up in the scene

Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the frame

They wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe

MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your dough

Frustrated, when we come thru they hate it

Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the Decatur

Shoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, hua

Another life gone 'cuz you messin' with her

Got 4 pumps in the back of the truck

Step out of line playas ready to bust

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Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up

Switch up, that's why they get done up

Blaze up, check it out when they run up

On somebody never met before, got a hit in your waste

Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell

No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho

Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your peeps

Rollin' in the hood, so you gotta creep

Life ain't sweet, Know you incompleate

But you swift on your feet to get the cream

Y'all know what I mean, in this world of sin

Got a block full of fiends, everyday livin'

So you ready for the big ol' screen, Y'all

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I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'

So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morning

When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless

My ambissions are broken, only when I'm smokin'

Define lifes anwsers, what would the question be

Will I reach my destiny or will it get the best of me

Or will it get the best of me

No friend you can turn to, no where you can run to

In the end you can't pretend 'cuz it's all on you

In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bled

And did the right thing that was written in red

All these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore

And there be blood on the floor from the night before

Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to greed

Fast money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need

When the lights go down, and the curtians close

We was heathens on the streets, that only God knows

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