This is from DJ Salam Wreck's Trouble Soon Mixtape. Here are the lyrics: [Hook] We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain, Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we can only put our paper together and make a change Destroying the real, one break at a time, re-arrange, The way that we think, we killin' ourselves it's a shame, We gotta wake up and realize... That we're all pawns in the game [Verse 1] It's kinda funny how we get in this game thinkin' we got it made Somehow the person we used to be just up and got away All you hear is "Keepin' it Gangsta" and "Keep it real" And everybody is thugin' and totin' a piece of steel [Blow] How stupid did i feel when i found it wasn't about skill But about the label you're reppin, how you market your deal If I woulda of known from the beginning then i woulda been winning I woulda been grinnin', wheels woulda been spinnin' We never stop to look at ourselves, We blame our problems on other people But look at us, we crooked ourselves, We can't even get invited to nuthin', without the fightin' and fussin' Police come with pepper spray, cussin' and hand-cuffin' Our little pride won't allow us to step aside, or let it slide and we forgot the meaning of let it ride And they don't even care, they just let us die Just another dead rappers CD that you steady-buy... [Hook] We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain, Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we can only put our paper together and make a change Destroying the real, one break at a time, re-arrange, The way that we think, we killin' ourselves it's a shame, We gotta wake up and realize... That we're all pawns in the game [Verse 2] I've fallen victim to my demon's myself, i'm being honest I needed guidance, i used to turn to the weed and chronic, A Product of my environment, my gun i would polish Instead of knowledge or opting for college i chose violence But times change, they think i'm going soft, i guess... ...My stress got-at-me-the-goodie-mob's thought process And it was like Jerome standing infront of me with a mirror I didn't like what i saw, but now i see things clearer And we're flirtin' with the wages of sin, and mentally We're all locked up, and physically they're cagin' us in 'Cause we dyin' over a block, dyin' over a street, People in the gulf coast is dyin' for something to eat I ain't here to preach about rap beef, it's not that deep, Fuck your hot-16's, shit's not that sweet Everybody say they grown-ass men, ready to fight the power But we can't even fight our problems lurkin' within [Hook] We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain, Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we can only put our paper together and make a change Destroying the real, one break at a time, re-arrange, The way that we think, we killin' ourselves it's a shame, We gotta wake up and realize... That we're all pawns in the game [Verse 3] Look at the neighbourhood you grew up in, and tell me the truth, Think it's worse about a year, everybodies ready to shoot We can't disguise the fact, we're dropping like flies, And that's the reason it hurts to look in my nephew's eyes That bullet that hit his back, left his legs without feelin' So hopefully he gon' walk again, if it's god's willin' ...It's killin' a piece of my soul, he's only 17 years old So late night i'm up, letting the tears roll It' so ironic, 'cause the place i played as a child Was the same place he caught a bullet, and laid on the ground Now tell me, who is it to blame for that? The little guy who pulled the trigger, or the older cats who gave him the gat? The cycle continues from day to day, i pray the lord Will make a way to take the hate away from us breaking-away-er's Our common-sense and intellect, we respect disrespect We our biggest threat and we don't even get it yet... (It's a shame) [Hook] We party and bullshit, gunshots ringout Pop crys, hypno, smoke weed, hangout Diss tracks, cadillacs, iced out, woodgrain, Spinning wheels, big bang, big budget, blood stains If we can only put our paper together and make a change Destroying the real, one break at a time, re-arrange, The way that we think, we killin' ourselves it's a shame, We gotta wake up and realize... That we're all pawns in the game

• published: 28 Dec 2007
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