Street Military - Dead in a Year lyrics

[K.B.] I'm your number one suspect cause I wear black 'locs Took my head back and choked on weed smoke Ya call me a ghetto thug but I say: 'Damn you!' I'ma live my life just how I want to I'm out there bad, like a mad man, the savage You can't manage with that, I'm doing some kind of damage I'm in a ghetto street spotlight I'm always loced down and always high as a kite Now everyday is like somebody's watching me Gotta get my 9-millimeter before they cap on me They be be coming up good, this number one suspect ain't no punk Go pop ya trunk, go grab ya pump I ain't about to be put to rest Cause this young black ghetto thug ain't expired yet I'm strong with no fear, they said I be dead in a year... [Pharaoh] I used to roll in them rental cars with a trunk full of oz's Droppin'em thangs off, sometimes they were whole keys Me as my brother's parents, now he runs with the k**a Klan And my n***a K.B., now he's a family man Solo solo chemistry, my mind started building And if ya breath took off, that's when I started to thinkin' millions That's when I got agg, bought me an A.K. and bunching bag And gamed the squad game and a perfect aim in a n***a's a** See, my solution was to take every god damn thing I wanted Even if I had to break a n***a's mothaf**ing a** down With these hard hitting hands or with them automatic rounds sh**, within no time I had a lot of people scared Cause the whole damn city found out jacking weren't dead And a lot of jealous a** n***as and hoes Said I would be dead in a year but that was two years ago And I'm still living... [Icy Hott] Everybody's living in a world of crooked thoughts I've been criming for years, no fears of getting caught I'm always labeled as a suspect, snatching gold Stealing clothes outta stores before they open their doors I'm struggling, thinking crime gonna help I brought a child in this world but I can barely feed my damn self Water and bread, who gonna keep the kid fed? Jacking ain't dead because of my little Marchise Me and Sho at your do' about fo' o'clock Who ever answers the do' gonna get robbed and shot Icy Hott wasn't made for the minimum wage That for I grabbed my gauge and got my a** paid I got popped by a chink at the corner store Stairing at me from the time I walked through the door He thought I ran out of his store with a beer He shot me in my back and I was dead in a year... [Flea] Say I be dead in a year, I won't see twenty-one come And at the way I'm going out, G Rapp gonna be my mother's only son Say I never be sh**, just another n***a in a pen But I get mo' money, spend it and get paid again Left my books to be a crook, left my job just to rob How ya gonna tell Flea how to live when times get hard? Be myself, so I did, I need help, I sold d** Cause all I ever knew were crooks and thugs I was down from the heart, cracking cars until ya start Take it to the back of my hood to undress the f**ing parts Everytime I've seen a cop, I got a bad thought Like breakin'em down the middle like a half ounce And ya life for tomorrow wasn't garantied Cause ain't a n***a got a life time warranty And I know them hoes sh** that we still here And gonna be living to blow out our candles next year...