Lyrics Made In America - South Central Cartel
Got
me
livin
the
life
Got
me
livin
the
life
That
I
don't
want
to
Never
knew
life
could
be
so
fucked
up
with
no
God
to
call
Labelled
us
ills,
big
boys
developed
the
hearts
to
ball
It
seems
the
dreams
we
saw
got
burst
Lit
up
the
ammunition,
won
the
war
[????]
bodies
back
to
the
Earth
They
say
from
war
comes
peace
I
say
in
the
streets
of
L.A.
let
it
begin
on
every
corner
and
streets
In
the
belly
of
the
beast
is
where
me
and
my
enemies
meet
Inhalin
teflon
shells
until
the
death
of
me
And
to
you
devils
plottin
now
know
this
Haven't
forgotten
my
tactics,
so
when
you
shoot,
don't
miss,
bitch
I
know
it's
a
sin
to
be
suicidal
But
the
way
you
niggas
and
bitches
is
trippin
today
is
like
'fuck
the
Bible'
No
hesitation
like
[?????],
nigga,
no
breath
Can
escape
Nash
or
the
angel
of
death
Lost
in
a
world
where
we
all
feel
pain
The
Lord
keeps
callin
my
name,
so
I
escape
again
You
never
know
when
it's
yo
time
to
go
Heaven
or
hell,
freedom
or
jail,
even
die
slow
Got
me
livin
the
life
That
I
don't
want
to
I
praise
God
for
relief,
this
life
is
hell
I'm
trapped
between
jail
cells
and
hell,
felonies
lately
to
stack
mail
These
niggas
wanna
see
me
or
do
they
wanna
be
me
If
I
get
it
raw
I
draw
heat
like
McGraw,
feel
me
Mama,
without
a
coma,
this
G
thuggin
Got
me
feeling
like
I'm
addicted
to
all
the
drama
Don't
know
when
I'ma
touch
the
other
side
but
I'ma
ride
For
all
my
niggas
that
died
and
all
the
tears
you
cried
But
first
things
first,
riders
clown
in
this
fast
life
Aggravated
thoughts
got
my
bound
by
my
past
times
Mama
cried,
we
try,
every
day
spend
gettin
high
Money,
bitches
and
jewels
until
we
die
Now
watch
em
fly,
like
a
bird
will
have
you
ballin
or
get
you
cracked
Scandalous
homies'll
turn
they
back
and
have
your
ass
jacked
It's
a
fact,
niggas
stack
to
be
the
mack
When
it's
on
it's
on,
I
bring
the
chrome,
now
watch
em
moan
You
never
know
when
it's
yo
time
to
go
Heaven
or
hell,
freedom
or
jail,
even
die
slow
Got
me
livin
the
life
That
I
don't
want
to
The
streets
got
a
young
nigga
cold
The
streets'll
make
a
young
nigga
old
Sell
your
soul
to
get
parole
It
didn't
take
a
man
to
hold
the
heat
and
blast
him
off
his
feet
Where
evil
lurk
we
put
in
work
and
represent
the
street
I
hit
my
knees
but
it
burn
cause
I
done
touched
the
other
side
Where
we
hellbound
in
a
small
town
and
the
weak
can't
survive
Where
my
9 to
5 is
snatchin
souls,
fuckin
bitches,
buyin
gold
Tellin
my
little
homies
if
it's
the
life
they
wanna
go
My
nigga
Lucifer'll
keep
it
true
to
ya,
all
he
want
is
your
soul
But
you
don't
need
that,
it
don't
matter
where
you
go
So
I'ma
ball
while
I'm
here,
roam
this
western
hemisphere
Livin
this
life
I
don't
wanna
live
but
I
ain't
ready
to
leave
here
I
almost
lost
my
soul
to
the
.44
So
many
niggas
ficticious
and
quick
to
getcha
if
you
don't
know
Gotta
beat
the
heartless,
in
Cali
the
foulest
niggas'll
fade
you
Better
watch
your
shit
cause
it
be
crackin
somethin
major
All
my
life
I
done
ducked
so
many
damn
slugs
I
felt
em
rippin
through
the
walls
as
I
prayed
to
the
Lord
Nobody
falls,
so
many
homies
fell
though
And
you
can
count
the
blood
stains
but
they
all
got
a
different
story
to
tell
though
You
never
know
when
it's
yo
time
to
go
Heaven
or
hell,
freedom
or
jail,
even
die
slow
Got
me
livin
the
life
That
I
don't
want
to
1 17 Switches
2 Ain't No Get Back
3 All Day Everyday
4 Bring It On
5 Flash and Cash (Remix)
6 Gang Stories
7 Gangsta Luv
8 I Get My Roll On
9 I'm a Rider
10 Jus to Make a Way
11 Made In America
12 Niggaz Get Dealt Wit
13 Tha Bomb
14 Thug Disease (Remix)
15 What!
16 Wild West
17 I'm a Rider (King Ov Kingz Remix)
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