I 1710,-329)show ya how to do it now homie 'cause it's ok

I show ya how to do it now homie 'cause it's ok

Got the Spirit all over this music put all of 15780,-569)the guns away

I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas but I'm trying to make a change

'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades homies done passed away

Coming up in my early days I was raised around blacks and es é s

And thugs with short tempers that are quick to spray 32110,-29)

Then throw up a gang sign reppin' they set

I'm from the west man this about as hard as it gets

The projects saturated 38440,-319)wit drugs and dealers

And the streets consist of the guns and cold killas

It's bad enough man the odds are against me

And homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp trees

They say the only way for me to push Bentleys

Is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip empty

All these demons slowly trying to tempt me

"You'll never make a difference Bone" yeah but God sent me to

Revolutionize the style that your youths do

And reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suits

Came to try to make some of you open your eyes

And realize what really happens homie after you die

I show ya how to do it now homie 'cause it's ok

Got the Spirit all over this music put all of the guns away

I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas but I'm trying to make a change

'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades homies done passed away

Will the killing ever cease It's like we got a sick disease

That makes us pack a piece in these 92470,-309)cold heart streets

Gotta break the 93810,-699)generational curse

Hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse

What's worse we promote it though songs and movies

We banned the Passion of the Christ but endorse glocks and Uzis

Then we wonder why are kids is dying bullets flying

Gangsta's riding and gangs multiplying

At such fast rapid rate

Could it be all the heroes man kind create

We teach our children how to murder in these video games

So all they do is imitate what's inside of their brains

'Cause to them all of the killing is cool

So they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the school

And then leave them other children wounded and dead

Then realize what they did and turn the gun to they head

I show ya how to do 130680,-159)it now homie 'cause it's ok

Got the Spirit all over this music put all of the guns away

I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas but I'm trying to make a change

'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades homies done passed away

Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat creep

Throw up 'em blue flags C-walk to the beat

Blast from the jeep and leave you in the back of your seat

Face down in a pool of blood resting in peace

Mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased

Bullets 161680,-359)flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming the streets

It's a war zone where we living partners dying

And got collect calls from tha prison twice a day

Inside the land of the murderers crooks and armed burglars

Pimps and curb servers and golden state warriors

That say you gotta be ready to die you gotta decide

Could be facing 20 to life

In a 6 by 9 cell in jail wit no bail

Just waiting to get mail where destiny is hell

You shoulda known gangstas never retire

It's blood blood out homie devil's a liar

I show ya how to do it now homie 'cause it's ok

Got the Spirit all over this music put all of the guns away

I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas but I'm trying to make a change

'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades homies done passed away

I show ya how to do it now homie 'cause it's ok

Got the Spirit all over this music put all of the guns away

I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas but I'm trying to make a change

'Cause there's too many of my dogs and comrades homies done passed away