How Many Lyrics - Singles - L.g. Wise

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How many gonna raise they seed 

How many gonna blow that weed 

How many gonna slang that dope 

When we know it's hope we really need 

How many gonna make 'em bleed 

How many gonna make 'em freeze 

How many gonna push that weight 

Do anything it take to get that cheese 

See 'em everyday get hit with a charge 

Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard 

Know it's kinda hard behind them bars 

20 to life and you full of the strife 

''cause you know you gotta fight for life 

''cause if you life by the gun, die by the gun 

Came from the slums where it ain't no fun 

Somebody killed her only son 

Who's gonna take his place, no one 

Really don't matter 'bout the color or race 

When the bullets start to fly all thru the place 

Shorty got shot with a chrome 45 

Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lie 

How many mommas out here gotta cry 

How many kids out here gotta die 

Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes 

Tell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, right 

uh-hua, okay, no how no way 

Talk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listen 

Everybody from the money maker to the player hater 

Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peace 

Or savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya later 

But now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streets 

D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peace 

Cause the violence to ceace' 'cause that's the way that it's gotta be 

You heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease 

''cause that's the way that it's gotta be 

45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood 

Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood 

Know where I'm from, cats spit straight fire 

Come on the block to make sure you die 

Violation Wodie, comin' up in the scene 

Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the frame 

They wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe 

MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your dough 

Frustrated, when we come thru they hate it 

Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the Decatur 

Shoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, hua 

Another life gone ''cause you messin' with her 

Got 4 pumps in the back of the truck 

Step out of line playas ready to bust 

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Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up 

Switch up, that's why they get done up 

Blaze up, check it out when they run up 

On somebody never met before, got a hit in your waste 

Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cell 

No bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that fo-sho 

Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your peeps 

Rollin' in the hood, so you gotta creep 

Life ain't sweet, Know you incompleate 

But you swift on your feet to get the cream 

Y'all know what I mean, in this world of sin 

Got a block full of fiends, everyday livin' 

So you ready for the big ol' screen, Y'all 

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I'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm goin' 

So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morning 

When it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless 

My ambissions are broken, only when I'm smokin' 

Define lifes anwsers, what would the question be 

Will I reach my destiny or will it get the best of me 

Or will it get the best of me 

No friend you can turn to, no where you can run to 

In the end you can't pretend ''cause it's all on you 

In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bled 

And did the right thing that was written in red 

All these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignore 

And there be blood on the floor from the night before 

Livin' life full speed, fallin' victem to greed 

Fast money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever need 

When the lights go down, and the curtians close 

We was heathens on the streets, that only God knows 

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