Gang Related soundtrack

Intro: (*interpolation from "Pulp Fiction")<br><br>The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of<br>the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed, who in the name of the<br>charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak thru the Valley of Darkness, for<br>he is truly His brother`s keeper. And I will strike down upon thee with<br>great vengeance and FURIOUS anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy<br>my brother. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike my<br>vengeance upon thee<br><br>[Makaveli] Let us pray my nigga, for we definitely have sinned<br><br>Chorus: <br><br>Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga<br>If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga<br>Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga<br>If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga<br><br>Verse 1:<br><br>It`s time for you to feel the real born ridahs<br>Lowdown, Bustop and Flipside shotters<br>Down for Johnny Clown cos they ass out-of-bounds<br>Hit em up and lay em down<br>Cos the shit y`all be doin, we done already done<br>The war y`all tryin ta win, we done already won<br>We ain`t on the same place or the same foot<br>>From jackin to rappin, it`s Steve Mack and the crooks<br>>From the eastside of Wotts, West Coast of the border<br>where the real gangbangers do them drive-by slaughters<br>Off the lick and weed, cocaine mixed with speed<br>Quick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your knees<br>Motherfuckers kill for anything where I come from<br>Sayin "Fuck tha police!" on them one-on-one`s<br>For me, I`m not a follower, I`m a leader<br>I got this tailor-made, Paul bait Peter<br><br>Chorus: (x2)<br><br>Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga<br>If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga<br>Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga<br>If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga<br><br>Verse 2:<br><br>This ain`t the life I chose, to be a hoss<br>Stressed out, and stranded on Death Row<br>But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face<br>and we don`t give a fuck about you niggas cos y`all hate us<br>You`re haters, like the Gators, we ain`t bustin our heads<br>Puttin it down on this grass, yellin "Fuck the Feds!"<br>Cos they don`t wanna see us, they were nada (What you doin Flip?)<br>Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl`s are hotter<br>My grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa`s<br>smokin Havana`s, like Tony Montana<br>In 1998, the world is ours<br>As ghetto stars, *?every matches and raches is cars?*<br>An eye for an eye, fuck with me and you will die<br>It`s `97, say hi to my one eye<br>Brace AK when you see the D-K-K<br>or the T-T-P, we`re off the way ????<br><br>Chorus (x2)<br><br>Verse 3:<br><br>Under this black trenchcoat, I keep a fully for you bullies<br>I`m comin for you first before you niggas try to do me<br>Too many niggas died, loaded not, focussed high<br>Reachin for a piece of that pie in the sky<br>>From the best to the worst, don`t get caught up in drama<br>The Grim Reaper revives and leave a message with your momma<br>Revenge is set, I`m double back into the killers<br>You know who they was, when hesitate to pull the trigger<br>Your whole part is fraud, they tied you up with your kids<br>Flashbacks on life and all the shit that`cha did<br>Take nothin for granted, you`re on this planet to win<br>What goes around, comes around again and again<br>Cos nowadays, you gots ta keep ya eyes open<br>I bet this thang show you motherfuckers I ain`t jokin<br>Are niggas down for beef? For when it`s time for war<br>I`ll be kickin down your motherfuckin front door<br><br>Chorus (x4)