STREET MILITARY - Dead In A Year lyrics

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[K.B.]

I'm your number one suspect cause I wear black 'locs

Tilt my head back and choked on weed smoke

Ya call me a ghetto thug but I say: 'Damn you!'

I'ma live my life just how I want to

I'm out there bad, like a mad man, the savage

who can't manage without doing some kind of damage

I'm in a ghetto street spotlight

I'm always loced down and always high as a kite

Now everyday its like somebody's watching me

Gotta get my 9-millimeter before they cap on me

They better be comin equipped,this number one suspect ain't no punk

Go pop ya trunk, go grab ya pump

I ain't about to be put to rest

Cause this young black ghetto thug ain't expired yet

I'm strong with no fear, they said I be dead in a year...

[Pharaoh]

I used to roll in them rental cars with a trunk full of oz's

Droppin'em thangs off, sometimes they were whole keys

Me and my brother's parents, now he runs with the Killa Klan

And my nigga K.B., now he's a family man

Solo solo chemistry, my mind started building

And if ya breath took off, that's when I started to thinkin' millions

That's when I got agg, bought me an A.K. and bunching bag

And gained the squad game and a perfect aim in a nigga's ass

See, my solution was to take every god damn thing I wanted

Even if I had to break a nigga's mothafucking ass down

With these hard hitting hands or with them automatic rounds

Shit, within no time I had a lot of people scared

Cause the whole damn city found out jacking wasn't dead

And a lot of jealous ass niggas and hoes

Said Id be dead in a year but that was two years ago

And I'm still living...

[Icy Hott]

Everybody's living in a world of crooked thoughts

I've been criming for years, with no fears of getting caught

I'm always labeled as a suspect, snatching gold

Stealing clothes outta stores before they open their doors

I'm struggling, thinking crime gonna help

I brought a child in this world but I can barely feed my damn self

Water and bread, who gonna keep the kid fed?

Jacking ain't dead because of my little Marchise

Me and Sho at your do' about fo' o'clock

Who ever answers the do' gonna get robbed and shot

Icy Hott wasn't made for the minimum wage

Therefor I grabbed my gauge and got my ass paid

I got popped by a chink at the corner store

Stairing at me from the time I walked through the door

He thought I ran out of his store with a beer

He shot me in my back and I was dead in a year...

[Flea]

Say I be dead in a year, I won't see twenty-one come

And at the rate I'm going out, G Rapp will be my mother's only son

Say I never be shit, just another nigga in a pen

But I get mo' money, spend that and get paid again

Left my books to be a crook, left my job just to rob

How ya gonna tell Flea how to live when times get hard?

Be myself, so I did, I need help, I sold drugs

Cause all I ever knew were crooks and thugs

I was down from the heart, cracking cars until it start

Take it to the back of my hood to strip the fucking parts

Everytime I've seen a cop, I got a bad thought

Like breakin'em down the middle like a half ounce

And ya life for tomorrow wasn't guaranteed

Cause ain't a nigga got a life time warranty

And I know them hoes sick that we still here

And gonna be living to blow out our candles next year...