[C-Murder] I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor
[Mia X] for 40 days and 40 nights 400 summers, we been waitin for the light and the thunder from the storm raining blood from the bodies of souljas who fell prey to the earth's new side and the more of america land of the so-called free but still in times there still a time when superiority minorities, like me, called home the ghetto family tree, seeds, was spreadin lives like genocide intended to grow, and spread hatred, amongst the hood when black boys and girls were made to feel our race was no good misunderstood, its educated and a ready to course often playahated by the government and the police forces accept the forces, the routine practice, but what chall gonna do, when the black chick tries to mack this cause, god's children, will never be denied, and until we cried, identified, we come strapped when we ride
[P'heno] moma's trapped in a storm, trying to find a way out, the feelings within, we need to lie bout the whereabout keepin my pistol, cause shit's wicked in this land of hell, soulja's before me they represented what we all felt, running the streets, my forty-five, i keep it fully teched, me and my niggas, we thug driven, carrying smith and wessen's bitches they doubt me, but they mock me, try to prop me, thug til i die, don't make this motherfucker stop me, chasing for cheddar, who gives a fuck about the weather rollin with killas, cuz TRU niggas stick together, birds of a feather money making, and pistol huggin, start bustin, these shady bitches, i can't be trusted, no time for rustin', fuck my bitches why should i change, deep in this game i remain, to be the same nigga pushin cain, on these streets a lot of niggas die young, that's why i'm livin every day like it's my last one, trapped in a storm...
[C-Murder] I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death but I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor
[Gotti] Nigga i be trapped in a storm, and my ghetto's been aprested got me under attack, that's why i'm wearin a vest this game, it's got me stressed, this a target on blacks and this blind ass govern never gave a shit bustin plugs with the gun pride i gets lord tell me if i'm next for death and these cops wont' be having no beef to my back bitches claimin war and wantin me to go to war with Iraq when the war on my community got the cemetery's packed, with blacks my momma looking like she's bout to fall and crack, bitches about in this world got me guns and strapped the way i live in hard times nigga, rhymes and gats and my society's the same, the racist acts the politicians, never open but the jails is open and i'm hopin when i die, that i'm high, you can look into the eyes, of a thug nigga, and forgive me for the drug dealing, but i was born in sinning, the sinning gone, gotti, threw up a dome, lord protect me from home, trapped in a storm
[C-Murder] and I'ma struggle til my last breath, I'm a survivor
now how many times i gotta see my young breeders plead they got me throwing bows like Apollo Creed i'm living, like an outlaw, outkast, in the world where everbody wearin a ski mask i can't trust no nigga, or no bitch, my enemies try to kill me to get rich i survive by using drug dealing tactics a nigga post bail, i went to jail, that's totin automatics i'd rather, get caught with it then without it, that's what soulja slim said, cuz no limit niggas bout it, bout it this ghetto livin got us hungry, like parasites I'm livin the street life, my boy died in gun fight they got me drownin in the pouring rain, it's a damn shame how a black man, kill a black man look it nigga, i'm a rider, i ride with g's, and i'm trapped in a storm with my enemies...
I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor
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[C-Murder] I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor
[Mia X] for 40 days and 40 nights 400 summers, we been waitin for the light and the thunder from the storm raining blood from the bodies of souljas who fell prey to the earth's new side and the more of america land of the so-called free but still in times there still a time when superiority minorities, like me, called home the ghetto family tree, seeds, was spreadin lives like genocide intended to grow, and spread hatred, amongst the hood when black boys and girls were made to feel our race was no good misunderstood, its educated and a ready to course often playahated by the government and the police forces accept the forces, the routine practice, but what chall gonna do, when the black chick tries to mack this cause, god's children, will never be denied, and until we cried, identified, we come strapped when we ride
[P'heno] moma's trapped in a storm, trying to find a way out, the feelings within, we need to lie bout the whereabout keepin my pistol, cause shit's wicked in this land of hell, soulja's before me they represented what we all felt, running the streets, my forty-five, i keep it fully teched, me and my niggas, we thug driven, carrying smith and wessen's bitches they doubt me, but they mock me, try to prop me, thug til i die, don't make this motherfucker stop me, chasing for cheddar, who gives a fuck about the weather rollin with killas, cuz TRU niggas stick together, birds of a feather money making, and pistol huggin, start bustin, these shady bitches, i can't be trusted, no time for rustin', fuck my bitches why should i change, deep in this game i remain, to be the same nigga pushin cain, on these streets a lot of niggas die young, that's why i'm livin every day like it's my last one, trapped in a storm...
[C-Murder] I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death but I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor
[Gotti] Nigga i be trapped in a storm, and my ghetto's been aprested got me under attack, that's why i'm wearin a vest this game, it's got me stressed, this a target on blacks and this blind ass govern never gave a shit bustin plugs with the gun pride i gets lord tell me if i'm next for death and these cops wont' be having no beef to my back bitches claimin war and wantin me to go to war with Iraq when the war on my community got the cemetery's packed, with blacks my momma looking like she's bout to fall and crack, bitches about in this world got me guns and strapped the way i live in hard times nigga, rhymes and gats and my society's the same, the racist acts the politicians, never open but the jails is open and i'm hopin when i die, that i'm high, you can look into the eyes, of a thug nigga, and forgive me for the drug dealing, but i was born in sinning, the sinning gone, gotti, threw up a dome, lord protect me from home, trapped in a storm
[C-Murder] and I'ma struggle til my last breath, I'm a survivor
now how many times i gotta see my young breeders plead they got me throwing bows like Apollo Creed i'm living, like an outlaw, outkast, in the world where everbody wearin a ski mask i can't trust no nigga, or no bitch, my enemies try to kill me to get rich i survive by using drug dealing tactics a nigga post bail, i went to jail, that's totin automatics i'd rather, get caught with it then without it, that's what soulja slim said, cuz no limit niggas bout it, bout it this ghetto livin got us hungry, like parasites I'm livin the street life, my boy died in gun fight they got me drownin in the pouring rain, it's a damn shame how a black man, kill a black man look it nigga, i'm a rider, i ride with g's, and i'm trapped in a storm with my enemies...
I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor I'm trapped in a stormy death and I'ma struggle til my last breath... I'm a survivor
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