Life, life, life
Life, life, life
Life, life, life
Life, life, life
Born as a soldier
Born in the streets
Born, we born as a rudeboy
Born, we born as a rudeboy
Born as a soldier
Born in the streets
Born, we born as a rudeboy
Born, we born as a rudeboy
Born in the ghettos, you have to fight for yourself
Born in the street, you have to fend for your health
Robbing and the rocks, trouble and the cops
You have to fight for your freedom, trouble nonstop
Young eso, only a gun shot I let go, in the ghetto is a echo
Police come quick so arrest so
I like the trouble and I got, got, got rise up from amongst the rubble and the rock, rock, rock
What I got, what you feel it got, got, got, ghetto and the trouble nonstop
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