O.G Rydah - Families & Ballas

[Verse 1.]
Borned in da' Ganton already Fam
Borned in da' Idlewood its a Balla' man
What did you expect? thang keeps on runnin'
Strapped niggaz in da' hood keeps on gunnin'
Niggaz dont hate me couse I'm Fam but couse I'm dangerous as F**k
Its all about couse I was borned in LS yeah I had a bad luck
We hatin' eachother couse of colors and territory
Everyone's wish is to reach dat' mo'fuckin hood glory
Every nigga' gets peeled da' same way wit' anotha' story
I gues that Balla' hate is in my mind all da' time
Couse they peeled my homie wit' da' brand new Nine
So they could feel aigh and fine and without any troubles drinkin' wine
I gues that makes me to blast back again and again
Well I aint got nuthin' else to do I gues I'm da' savage of da' Fam

[Verse 2.]
From Inglewood up to Jefferson I can't walk without strap
Couse niggaz would kill meh juss' to put their hood on da' map
From Ganton down to Playa' its da' same shiet happenin' fo' yearz
Niggaz killin' eachother while mothers prayin' full of thears
And no one has right couse we're all da' same
We killin' eachother when predsident is swimmin' in da' fame
But they still callin' us junk and sayin' that we're lame
But we still playin' that shitty game now aint that a shame?
Ahh F**k it couse there aint nuthin' to do
Only thing dat' changes is anotha' dead foo'
Somethimes your side,somethimes mine side feels so koo'
But at da' end we are all loosin' homies and sayin' R.I.P
Everywhere is peelin' caps now cant you se?
Somethimes I ask my self "Rydah where da' fucc' are we?"
But I cant do nuthin' but a keep on wit' dat' faith full of hate
Bangin' and waithin' till I reach them heaven gate
Maybe it will be soon or werry,werry late
But fo' now I dont se nuthin' but anotha' dead mate

[Verse 3.]
Hea' we go again..homie got killed in da' drive by
When he was on da' spot wit' his homies gettin' high
It took only a seccond and his body went to die
Next hour he's already in da' body bag
And our niggaz are already on da' move again lookin' fo' da' fag
Rollin' around like they used to wit' em big guns
Ready to smoke mothers,fathers and specialy sons
When all came clear they popped all on sight
I can say its nuthin' but anotha' bloody mo'fuckin night
Couse niggaz poppin' outta' windows they dont fight
Families and Ballaz that's all wut' ya' hear on da' street
Dayuum I gues that's all wut' ya' hear on da' beat
They are still out there bangin',lookin' fo' da' fresh meat
I would like to stop this shit to but I cant no body can
Couse right at da' corner is already black mo'fckin van
Wit' few of em' bangaz inside doin' da' same fuckin' thang
Puttin' it in work representin' their hood,Their gang
But dayuum if ya' look clossely we are all da' same juss' wit' differend slang

If you didnt copy, its awesome.))

nh I didnt...Thanks man))

Holy fk dude! awesome ! keep up , awesome beat n shit too nice choice , almost thought you copied it.))

Thanks man ...I dont wanna act smart but I did a loooooot of songs already and slowly its gettin' better and better

/me turns on the radio and notices the song and smiles
/me places the blunt between his lips and takes a deep breath,inhales the smoke and raises his head up and blows out the smoke'
Maniac : Damn,Rydah is gettin bettah and bettah ' dem ballaz bettah watch out
/me throws up OGF gang sign

/me switches on his stereo, a bottle of King Cobra in his hand.
/me listens intently as the song's lyrics play over the radio.
/me switches off the stereo as the song ends.
Damn...I don't care what set 'dis nigga rep. He da' truth.
/me leans back in his chair.
/me sips his liquor, lost in thought.

/me reaches for the radio and hits a button, turning on the radio.
/me goes through the stations.
/me hears this song on the radio and smiles.
He's a busta', but he can rhyme, nahh' mean?
/me bops his head to the song, and steps on the pedal.

kEEP up like dat g,no comment,awesome! ))

yeah man, you know what's up.
Missed your rap man (I'm [TDF]Favorite from SOLS ) ))