L.G. Wise - How Many Lyrics
ChorusHow many gonna raise they seedHow many gonna blow that weedHow many gonna slang that dopeWhen we know it's hope we really needHow many gonna make 'em bleedHow many gonna make 'em freezeHow many gonna push that weightDo anything it take to get that cheeseSee 'em everyday get hit with a chargeNow they gotta go toe to toe on the yardKnow it's kinda hard behind them bars20 to life and you full of the strife'Cuz you know you gotta fight for life'Cuz if you life by the gun, die by the gunCame from the slums where it ain't no funSomebody killed her only sonWho's gonna take his place, no oneReally don't matter 'bout the color or raceWhen the bullets start to fly all thru the placeShorty got shot with a chrome 45Hurt me to my heart, can't tell no lieHow many mommas out here gotta cryHow many kids out here gotta dieLost in the streets got tears in their eyesTell 'em make the peace, can you feel me, rightuh-hua, okay, no how no wayTalk about politicians, that's why nobody wanna listenEverybody from the money maker to the player haterWanna be a peace maker, if it ain't about makin' the peaceOr savin' the streets, Baby boy see ya laterBut now it's me and Marquise bringin' peace to the streetsD.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin' the peaceCause the violence to ceace' cuz that's the way that it's gotta beYou heard, Makin' the peace cause the violence to cease'Cuz that's the way that it's gotta be45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hoodDirty boy flow, got folks in the woodKnow where I'm from, cats spit straight fireCome on the block to make sure you dieViolation Wodie, comin' up in the sceneMagizine clip dogg, straight trippin' the frameThey wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woeMaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your doughFrustrated, when we come thru they hate itSpittin' the truth from the bottom to the DecaturShoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, huaAnother life gone 'cuz you messin' with herGot 4 pumps in the back of the truckStep out of line playas ready to bustChorusYoung thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns upSwitch up, that's why they get done upBlaze up, check it out when they run upOn somebody never met before, got a hit in your wastePull out, shot, hit the floor, doin' 25 to life in the cellNo bale, check it out homeboy, ain't that fo-shoGot a 9 on the streets, bust on your peepsRollin' in the hood, so you gotta creepLife ain't sweet, Know you incompleateBut you swift on your feet to get the creamY'all know what I mean, in this world of sinGot a block full of fiends, everyday livin'So you ready for the big ol' screen, Y'allChorusI'm lost in the world not knowin' where I'm goin'So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morningWhen it's hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopelessMy ambissions are broken, only when I'm smokin'Define lifes anwsers, what would the question beWill I reach my destiny or will it get the best of meOr will it get the best of meNo friend you can turn to, no where you can run toIn the end you can't pretend 'cuz it's all on youIn the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bledAnd did the right thing that was written in redAll these thugs bustin' slugs yo we can't ignoreAnd there be blood on the floor from the night beforeLivin' life full speed, fallin' victem to greedFast money and women, we thought that's all we'd ever needWhen the lights go down, and the curtians closeWe was heathens on the streets, that only God knowsChorus
