Can you hear that, feel that

Murderous tendencies in the breeze?

Ghetto life's twice as trife

But still we survive

Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire

See the sparks and the flames

.45 Barkin' untamed

Make me wanna get out the game

Talk about that drama with no body armor

Runnin' loose in the hood

Get on my knees

'Cause all I ever knew were the streets

Lingo, walk and talk 'cause the game is provocative

Get writer's block for tryna talk about some shit that's positive

Not sayin' I'm negative, but that shit's irrelevant

I spit it, you get what you get by understandin' metaphysics

We cannot coexist, so legislate that

Until you free my brothers and sisters

And give 'em back what you snatched

Stole the souls of many, but I'm not the judge of men

I pick up a pen and shed light to bring these words to life

And that's enough, I know I got a voice to the mighty

So when I speak in my tongue

It ain't about females gettin' sprung

Do somethin' right to get my soul out the ghetto

'Cause I can hear the reaper walkin', he's quiet and mellow

It would take forever to break this game down to dust

Not rushin' my discussion even though the game is lust

Valuable information for the pimps and the players

Lay it down in your hood, turnin' OG's to mayors

Quiet city streets lit up but they creep in the shadows

Death quiet as kept, nonetheless from the press

If I die today I wanna remember my drama

Struggle for struggle, hit 'em harder when I remember my mama

Schematical game designed by the gods in the skybox

Roll through the strip late night and throw my P in your box

Alright Felix, thank you

Meantime, police are looking for a suspect and a motive

In the third murder in Salinas in just two weeks

He was just sitting in his car

When someone walked up to him and shot him several times

In the chest and the head

Police say the shooting does not appear to be gang-related

But they do say it does appear to be an assassination of some sort

Can you hear that, feel that

Murderous tendencies in the breeze?

Ghetto life's twice as trife

But still we survive

Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire

See the sparks and the flames

.45 Barkin' untamed

Make me wanna get out the game

Can you hear that, feel that

Murderous tendencies in the breeze?

Ghetto life's twice as trife

But still we survive

Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire

See the sparks and the flames

.45 Barkin' untamed

Make me wanna get out the game

I tried to tell him but he didn't listen to probable cause

Walkin' around with a strap in his drawers, got caught by them laws

Tryna holler "Gangsta, gangsta"

What you burnin' out your name for?

Tattoos and bad 'do's, now police don't even have to ask you

Section 8 and incarcerated by the system

Movin' to the rhythm and only open to the information given

The tie that binds is the tie you can't break

Earthquakes in killa Cali are the chances we take

The cost of high living, sick and it's accident prone

Turn on the news, a family of five gets took out by a drink and drive

I heard a little homie took a bullet to the dome

Took his own life in his hands

Stretched out the game with no plan

That's what I'm talkin' about, find a solution to all this drama

'Cause the head trauma's contagious like plague to the middle ages

Like animals in cages, either cuffs, strap, chain or the penitentiary

So many **** in the cemetery, and why not the library?

He's stalkin', walkin', creepin' like a spider called tarantula

I'm tryna touch that candy, cut on D's before I'm givin' up

No easin' up, no ante-ups

But then I heard the cannon blast

I thank my lucky stars that he missed

Destruction

Can you hear that, feel that

Murderous tendencies in the breeze?

Murder

Destruction

Can you hear that, feel that

Murderous tendencies in the breeze?

Ghetto life's twice as trife

But still we survive

Open my eyes to the sound of gunfire

See the sparks and the flames

.45 Barkin' untamed

Make me wanna get out the game