Tribe Of Gypsies Gangland
Cruising down the streets of nowhere
Trying to make it through this day alive
He's a kid with a knife defending his life
'cause he knows only the strong survive
Growing up in hard place
At a bad time
An assembly line of warriors
Bred to kill their own kind
You know it's not right
Nowhere to hide out in gangland
Nowhere nowhere nowhere
Nowhere to hide out in gangland
You better thank god you're alive
This world that we're in, society's sin
Injected in our own families' soul
One down two down we're all getting shot down
That's just the way it is, no !
Growing up in hard place
At a bad time
An assembly line of warriors
Bred to kill their own kind
No no no
Nowhere to hide out in gangland
Nowhere nowhere nowhere
Nowhere to hide out in gangland
You better thank god you're alive
Getting caught in a crossfire
Children dying everyday
Gotta think of something to do now
'cause you know it's not fair, no
Rap: I said I'm talking about Plato talking about
murder
Talking about Plato talking about murder
Bloodshed many black and brown bodies dead
Shotgun blast to another vatos' forehead
Mommy banged daddy banged nana tata too
Tio banged at the age of 10 'cause he wanted to be down
Keep trusha or you'll die from another's hand
No running or hiding from this L.A. gang bang uh
Growing up in hard place
At a bad time
An assembly line of warriors
Bred to kill their own kind
No no no
Nowhere to hide out in gangland
Nowhere nowhere nowhere
Nowhere to hide out in gangland
You better thank god you're alive
You'd better keep your head down low
Low low low
