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[Chorus: Letha Face (Autumn Rue)]I gotta keep it real... for my peeps, it's my destiny(My life, my life, my life, my life)I gotta squeeze the steel.. in the streets, you won't get the best of meUh-huh, I ain't never gonna stop... never[Letha Face]Yo, why this life have to be like this? I hang with the righteousAnd bang with a tight fist gripped on the handleSamples of my product, got fiends lurkin' the blockFor them teens murkin' them cops, for death penalties at stakeShakes scrapped off of porcelein plate, to the last grainNever make the mistake of givin' my last nameTo a woman who blames me for all the problems in her lifeI play the wheel of fortune, spinnin' revolvers on my lifeMy life, is similar to a shooting range, but I'm aimed the targetAnd everybody's takin' shots at meI pull up fab', but you was love, but I'm not happyAsk me what motivates me, I'll tell you my baby sonNow it's back to the slums, where about 80 tons of bricksCreative a building where I stack my chipsFlip, eject and keep squeezing, to the heat recordingsYou disrespected, now you fertiziled trees deep in the soil[Chorus]Letras de canciones[INF-Black]Still in the same struggle, many pieces'll make a bundleLike a jungle, make me wonder sometimes, still gotta hustleOn my grind, seen some furious eyes, some went blindIn the midst of the sunlight, it's like I'm stuck in the timesHope for better days, gotta get mines, get out this cageFull of rage on my life, now I express it on stageRelieve the tension over mics, in the whole first pageMy deepest feelings hide inside but always show over my faceA young youth behind the cage, now I'm growin' a fast paceAs I notice, and unfolded the years start to ageReality'll hit you like a hand held grenadeGive me thanks to my earth, she knew when she made officialBirth of her first son, young gun, .38 specialFor my daughter, now, I gotta think before I use the pistolWait in temple with today's plan, for tomorrow's issuesWanna see me in the can? I'm too righteous in the mental[Chorus][Letha Face]You're never gonna make it in this rap gameMy baby mamma cries out, as I'm jiving in the crack cameSwimmin' in fat chains, strapped with the dameBackstrokin' to the blames of corruptionI'm sucked in the whirlpool of gus bustin' and drug hustlin'Not for nothin', I need a lifeguard to save me from drowin'I'm down for men, murderers, who murder murderersAnd serve customers with that all night servicePurchase burners at retail, I'm tryin' balance the scaleThe streets say the prayers, ya'll be conquered by the prodigalGot it in hennessey, got my brains in a frenzyIs sellin' cocaine my destiny, or the best of me?Secret recipe for my music, I create thunder that shattersThe frame, on your H2 HummerI'm a bloodhound at heart, it's in my blood, I live it upIf I could trade this crime life for the music, I'll give it up, what[Chorus x2]Never gonna stop, never gonna stop, never gonna stop [repeated to end] From Letras Mania