Turnilyo, 39

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I take a look at my life and realize there's nuttin left

Cause I've been blastin and laughin so long that

Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone

But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it

Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of

You better watch how you talkin, and where you walkin

Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk

I really hate to trip, but I gotta loc

As they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool

I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like

On my knees in the night

Sayin prayers in the street light

We've been spending most our lives

Living in the Gangsta's Paradise

• Seviye

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• Puan

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