V.O.T.G and Big E - Cold Streets

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Que vuelva que vuelva rogándole a dios
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This ain't no bible scripture
This is words from the block let me paint a picture
A young ghetto veteran living life twisted
Had too many homies die so now we make'em feel it
If you're living by the street code there's no religion
There's no gods out here when they tryna kill us
Is different than selling dope to losing hope
In these streets watch you're back cus if not you get smoked
If you don't see death coming it'll snatch your soul
Even the innocent leave when it's not meant to go
And ever since they passed it made my heart to stone
So for the dead this journey goes on
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Que vuelva que vuelva rogándole a dios
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Se escuchan los llantos desde'l pantion
Se escuchan las madres pedir perdón
Que vuelva que vuelva rogándole a dios
You can still hear the screams of a mother crying
Lord tell me what this means all my friends are dying
I'm still riding got the heart of a young lion
Bullets fly motherfucker you can keep trying
Flaco told me little homie never love a bitch
And Mando told me on your lonely's when you empty clips
Baby gangsters on the block with the chrome piece
Wuttup Triste and all my fucking og's
Limoneros true beasts known to smash out
See your hood up on the wall is getting whacked out
Blast now and ask questions later
Only time you come around is when you suckas need a favor
I love this I can't stop the streets they get hot
Bitches they love to jock and feds they love to watch
Bullets ripping through your flesh bullet tearing through your ride
Ain't nowhere to run ain't nowhere to hide
Se pone pesada la situación
Se escuchan los llantos desde'l pantion
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Que vuelva que vuelva rogándole a dios
Se pone pesada la situación
Se escuchan los llantos desde'l pantion
Se escuchan las madres pedir perdón
Que vuelva que vuelva rogándole a dios
My life without prison how would it be?
I can't imagine guess this time has been good to me
Cus shit happens for a reason been blessed to grow older the streets done grown colder
Looks like the devil's been the sole molder
Of our growing youth it's like if life has been throwing you
Curve balls from the gate as if we're born to do
What we do cus it's done regardless of the outcome
Ding ding round one till one's taken out on a stretcher
Or till the cops get you cus you feel the pressure of this ghetto life and you must impress your
Homies with your ability cus you been a ge
Enemies took a bit of me when they killed my d-o-g
Show me what your varrio like
Gave it all to the streets and now the streets got our life
Like a baseball game three strikes and you outta here
A deal for a lotta years ain't no role models here
Se pone pesada la situación
Se escuchan los llantos desde'l pantion
Se escuchan las madres pedir perdón
Que vuelva que vuelva rogándole a dios
Se pone pesada la situación
Se escuchan los llantos desde'l pantion
Se escuchan las madres pedir perdón
Que vuelva que vuelva rogándole a dios

Written by:
Andrew Diaz, Eric Sanchez, Jorge Martinez, Jose Delgado

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