O.G Rydah - City Of Los GreenPurp'

NEWS: Another homicide of 16 years old black boy in drive by on Willowfiend 6Th.Street...Two back males ben stabbed in the stomach eight times behind Ganton Gym....Gang violence in the city of Los Santon is raising...LOS SANTOS from now on known as a city of GREEN and PURPLE!...

[Verse 1.]
Day by day I live this mo'fuckin way
Niggaz knockin' on my door sayin' I gots to pay
Got all these foo'z on my way tryin' to spray
Hearnin' shouts from the allyway man there aint nuthin' to say
But fuck it I'm still down like homies in my town
Haters all around want to see my ass on teh ground
So dont ask me why I can't juss' lay low
I would do that fo'sho but couse of da' hood I cant say no
Shiet that I'm doin' is already in my mo'fuckin mind since age of eight
Now I cant juss' leave this shit couse of all niggaz that hate
I could do it befo' but now its to late this is already my faith
Watchin' my back Twenty-Four mo'fuckin seven
Waithin' till sum' foo' catch meh slippin' then I will see teh heaven
But till dat' day I'm still down fo' mo'fuckin Two-Eleven

[Chorus]
You dont want to be down wit' da' gang reppin' dat' thang
Talkin' Ganton slang,Showin' youngstaz how to bang
Its fun frum' begining but then you get to deep
24/7 Nine cocked around your hip you cant afford no sleep
Only thing dat' calms you down is a blunt and wine when ya' sip

[Verse 2.]
Shieet last night I lost one of my favourite thugz
His body was found by da' trash full of mo'fuckin slugz
Nigga' was Twenty mo'fuckin Two an' he got popped
Only thing that changez is a numba' of asses dat' dropped
But niggaz still dont give a fuck they shot on sight
Tru' da' mo'fuckin night ya' can see em' evin in teh day light
Its non stop god dayum fight ya' can call it ghetto flight
Green and Purple is da' collor we dont see black
If you aint from my set chu' get peeled for your sack
Niggaz frum other side callin' yo' asss wack,Tryin' to drug your kid wit' crack
Thats how it is an' thingz will neva' change couse its to much rage
Everybody gets shot up or else finish in teh cage there aint no next page
We dont need guns to save teh town we need a mo'fuckin mage
But mage dont exist so that's why we're lost in da' mist
Hangin' around wit' Glock in teh fist,actin' like sum' beast,reppin' dat' East
Talkin' shiet,Puttin' it on teh map,Shotin' everybody that's marked on da' list
But we cant do nuthin' couse we are to used to it
How many foo'z will get beat,How many sets will get hit
Betta' go home homie dont act like a big mo'fuckin meat
Couse sooner or later we all go somewhere
And if ya' dont want to get soon ya' bettah take care
When all my homies goin' R.I.P I bet you dont want to go there

[Chorus]
You dont want to be down wit' da' gang reppin' dat' thang
Talkin' Ganton slang,Showin' youngstaz how to bang
Its fun frum' begining but then you get to deep
24/7 Nine cocked around your hip you cant afford no sleep
Only thing dat' calms you down is a blunt and wine when ya' sip

/me turns on radio