Stripes (Intro)

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Tell me what these phonies had to do just to earn they stripes, I used to be up in the hood
Man I risked my life, used to sleep all day
Roam the streets at night
Swear to God any day I coulda lost my life, posted at the store with the heat cocked back
When them enemies shot, homie we shot back, everytime they came through bitch we went right back
I swear to God I was feeling like i'm in Iraq, my cousin got popped, my homie got popped
Gang task did a sweep and they all got caught, (Bitch) see I'll be damned if I'm doing this for nothin
Stand up in my way, you better pray I ain't bussin , what you know about living on parole
Homies gotta eat so they grindin on the low, homies in the streets and they kickin down doors
Man that's just the way I live and there nowhere to go