Lirik Lagu It's OK - T-Bone
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ChorusI show ya how to do it now homie, cuz its okTo make positive music now baby, put all of the guns awayI keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but I’m trying to make a changeCuz there’s to many of my dogs and comrades, homies done past away
Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and essaysAnd thugs wit short tempers that are quick to sprayThen throw up a gang sign reppin they setI’m from the west man, this is bout as hard as it getsTha projects saturated wit drugs and dealersAnd the streets consist of the guns and cold killasIt’s bad enough man the odds is against meAnd homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp treesThey say the only way for me to push Bentley’s is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip emptyAll these demons slowly trying to tempt meYou’ll never make a difference bone, but God sent me toRevolutionize the style the used toAnd reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suitsCame to try to make some of you open your eyesAnd realize what really happens homie after you die
Will the killing ever cease, it’s like we got a sick diseaseThat makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streetsGotta break the generational curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse What’s worse, is we promote it though songs and moviesBanned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and UzisThen we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flyingGangsta’s riding and gangs multiplying, at such fast rapid rateCould it be all the hero’s man kind createWe teach children how to murder in these video gamesSo all they do is imitate what’s inside of their brainCuz to them all of the killing is cool, so they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the schoolAnd then leave them other children wounded and deadThen realize what they did and turn the gun to they head
Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creepThrow up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeepThen leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of bloodResting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceasedBullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streetsIt’s a war zone where we willing, patnas dying and got collect calls from tha prisonTwice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglarsPimps, and curb servers and golden state warriorsThat ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to lifeIn a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mailWhere destiny is hell, you should a known gangstas never retireIt’s blood, blood out, homie, devil’s a liar
Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and essaysAnd thugs wit short tempers that are quick to sprayThen throw up a gang sign reppin they setI’m from the west man, this is bout as hard as it getsTha projects saturated wit drugs and dealersAnd the streets consist of the guns and cold killasIt’s bad enough man the odds is against meAnd homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp treesThey say the only way for me to push Bentley’s is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip emptyAll these demons slowly trying to tempt meYou’ll never make a difference bone, but God sent me toRevolutionize the style the used toAnd reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suitsCame to try to make some of you open your eyesAnd realize what really happens homie after you die
Will the killing ever cease, it’s like we got a sick diseaseThat makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streetsGotta break the generational curse, hurts to see these young brothers getting hauled off in a hearse What’s worse, is we promote it though songs and moviesBanned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and UzisThen we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flyingGangsta’s riding and gangs multiplying, at such fast rapid rateCould it be all the hero’s man kind createWe teach children how to murder in these video gamesSo all they do is imitate what’s inside of their brainCuz to them all of the killing is cool, so they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the schoolAnd then leave them other children wounded and deadThen realize what they did and turn the gun to they head
Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creepThrow up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeepThen leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of bloodResting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceasedBullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streetsIt’s a war zone where we willing, patnas dying and got collect calls from tha prisonTwice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglarsPimps, and curb servers and golden state warriorsThat ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to lifeIn a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mailWhere destiny is hell, you should a known gangstas never retireIt’s blood, blood out, homie, devil’s a liar
