How Many

<br>Chorus<br><br>How many gonna raise they seed<br>How many gonna blow that weed<br>How many gonna slang that dope<br>When we know it`s hope we really need<br>How many gonna make `em bleed<br>How many gonna make `em freeze<br>How many gonna push that weight<br>Do anything it take to get that cheese<br><br>See `em everyday get hit with a charge<br>Now they gotta go toe to toe on the yard<br>Know it`s kinda hard behind them bars<br>20 to life and you full of the strife<br>`Cuz you know you gotta fight for life<br>`Cuz if you life by the gun, die by the gun<br>Came from the slums where it ain`t no fun<br>Somebody killed her only son<br>Who`s gonna take his place, no one<br>Really don`t matter `bout the color or race<br>When the bullets start to fly all thru the place<br>Shorty got shot with a chrome 45<br>Hurt me to my heart, can`t tell no lie<br>How many mommas out here gotta cry<br>How many kids out here gotta die<br>Lost in the streets got tears in their eyes<br>Tell `em make the peace, can you feel me, right<br>uh-hua, okay, no how no way<br>Talk about politicians, that`s why nobody wanna listen<br>Everybody from the money maker to the player hater<br>Wanna be a peace maker, if it ain`t about makin` the peace<br>Or savin` the streets, Baby boy see ya later<br>But now it`s me and Marquise bringin` peace to the streets<br>D.C.P. and Young Wiz-e, makin` the peace<br>Cause the violence to ceace` cuz that`s the way that it`s gotta be<br>You heard, Makin` the peace cause the violence to cease<br>`Cuz that`s the way that it`s gotta be<br><br>45 Clint Eastwood, pop killas in the hood<br>Dirty boy flow, got folks in the wood<br>Know where I`m from, cats spit straight fire<br>Come on the block to make sure you die<br>Violation Wodie, comin` up in the scene<br>Magizine clip dogg, straight trippin` the frame<br>They wanna blame but the enemy make you ready for woe<br>MaryJane, hennissey got you blowin your dough<br>Frustrated, when we come thru they hate it<br>Spittin` the truth from the bottom to the Decatur<br>Shoot `em up when they tellin` ya, hua<br>Another life gone `cuz you messin` with her<br>Got 4 pumps in the back of the truck<br>Step out of line playas ready to bust<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Young thugs on the come up, now a days talk about throw your guns up<br>Switch up, that`s why they get done up<br>Blaze up, check it out when they run up<br>On somebody never met before, got a hit in your waste<br>Pull out, shot, hit the floor, doin` 25 to life in the cell<br>No bale, check it out homeboy, ain`t that fo-sho<br>Got a 9 on the streets, bust on your peeps<br>Rollin` in the hood, so you gotta creep<br>Life ain`t sweet, Know you incompleate<br>But you swift on your feet to get the cream<br>Y`all know what I mean, in this world of sin<br>Got a block full of fiends, everyday livin`<br>So you ready for the big ol` screen, Y`all<br><br>Chorus<br><br>I`m lost in the world not knowin` where I`m goin`<br>So everyday I pray just to make it thru the morning<br>When it`s hard to stay focused when your dreams are hopeless<br>My ambissions are broken, only when I`m smokin`<br>Define lifes anwsers, what would the question be<br>Will I reach my destiny or will it get the best of me<br>Or will it get the best of me<br>No friend you can turn to, no where you can run to<br>In the end you can`t pretend `cuz it`s all on you<br>In the fight to keep my head, I cried till I bled<br>And did the right thing that was written in red<br>All these thugs bustin` slugs yo we can`t ignore<br>And there be blood on the floor from the night before<br>Livin` life full speed, fallin` victem to greed<br>Fast money and women, we thought that`s all we`d ever need<br>When the lights go down, and the curtians close<br>We was heathens on the streets, that only God knows<br><br>Chorus