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THE TRILOGY INTRO
01:27
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LHHC
Welcome to the west coast 3
From the bay to LA
From Sac-town to OC
Three times it’s a trilogy
Welcome to the west coast 3
I’m going going back back to the bay
I don’t stutter when I say…
I’m going going back back to the bay
Cause that’s where I stay
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Dragging death
‘Round the corner
Led to the slaughter
We all watch in horror
The gavel drops
The court’s in order
Shackled to the reaper
A lifetime of torture
No one can stop it
The walls are closin in
Handed down by 12
The verdict is in
Life is a death sentence
Trapped in the abyss
Life is a death sentence
No one ever makes it outta this
Haunting death
The siren rings
Judgement day
And the pendulum swings
An execution
The hangman sings
“All hail the terror
That the reaper brings”
No one can stop it
The walls are closin in
Handed down by 12
The verdict is in
I’m doing time time time
That I’ll never see again
Chained to the reaper
I’m paying for my sins
I’m doing time time time
That I’ll never see again
Stuck in purgatory
The Palehorse is closing in
And they say death comes in 3’s
Now the pendulum swings
The judge and the jury
The hangman all sing
Death comes in 3’s
Now the pendulum swings
… now what you sow you will reap
Judgement doesn’t sleep
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HELL ON EARTH
03:00
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Whatcha gonna do when your stomach is empty?
I’m gonna take mine mother fucker don’t temp me
How you gonna live being down in the trenches?
This clip don’t jam and it’s got an extension, now listen
LIFE TURNS COLD
When your past is here to haunt you
La muerte riding shotgun
While you’re living out your rear view
LIFE TURNS COLD
Revenge without forgiveness
Make peace with your god
Yourself and your religion
This is Hell on earth
Born into a life that’s cursed
This is hell on earth
Destined to burn
Dirty weapons, hollow tips, and trench knives
Black hoodie, balaclava, and shaved 9’s
Known affiliates so they don’t talk on phones
But you can get a couple Nike prints on the door outside your home
They’re sitting in a All black regal
and it’s right outside your house
They got on all black ski masks
So you know what they’re about
Singing…
“Knock knock you better come up out that house,
Or we’re coming in to leave your brains up on the couch”
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When you Live by the gun
You gonna die by one
& we only know pain
I was Born to die
And then Buried alive
In a shallow grave
When you pray for rain you’ve got to deal with the flood
Born in hell so I got fire in my lungs
Hungry dogs bite back
Close your eyes
That’s death around the corner
Hungry dogs bite back
Open your eyes
this life is torture
When you live by the Gun
You gonna die by one
Learn a lesson from the OG
God won’t respond
Now the ski masks on
I’m the last of a dying breed
When you’re in these streets
You keep your enemies close
Pitbull mentality
We go for the throat
Live by the Gun you gon die by one
9mm with a 50 round drum
I am the pale horse, the one you were warned of
Born in the gutter motherfucker that’s where I’m from
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COLD WATER FAREWELL
01:40
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No future
No hope
Behind the wire
And got nowhere to go
In the fire
Breathing in smoke
My lungs collapse
And I choke
Looked to the sky but…
My god don’t know my name
These prayers are poison
My god don’t know my name
Set my body ablaze
Then bury me in the lake
Let me drown
The current drags me to hell
Let me drown
A cold water farewell
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Broken windows
Spilt liquor
Roaches in the sink
Lemme paint the picture
Broken locks
Spilt blood
Call 911
They ain’t even showing up
Call 911
And they ain’t even showing up?
Nah not around here
Not where we grew up
Welcome to the gutter
Welcome to the slums
Welcome to the concrete
Where I come from
Stories from the gutter pt 2
Nightmares are coming true
Stories from the gutter pt 2
Bring the terror to your living room
And I know
Everybody won’t make it
They’re skin is too thin
They can’t take it
Their stomach is weak
They can’t shake it
Saw the gates of hell
Been face to face with it
Saw the gates of hell?
Been face to face with it?
Hell yeah
saw a bullet with my name in it
So tell me where you placed it?
Right between my mandibles
Just for the taste of it
A lotta homicides where I come from
A lotta mamas cryin where I come from
Ain’t nowhere to hide where I come from
It ain’t the type of place you can run from
Death smiles
With teeth that are rotten
I didn’t answer when it rang
I knew it was the reaper callin
We all die alone
But I wont die forgotten
live from the gutter
Bodies rolled up in carpets
Reporting live from the gutter
Bodies rolled up in carpets
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NEW MONEY | OLD PAIN
02:29
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I got this pain in my stomach
From chasing demons that I never confronted
Chasing demons just to bring ‘em to justice
Broken and rusted
And only left me disgusted
Now have you ever bet it all
Just to realize the game is for sale?
Back against the wall
As the hammer drives in another nail
New money and old pain
Chained to the grave
& We all die the same
Chained to the pain
I’ve been living in vain
And there’s no escape
New money and old pain
Askin god to show mercy and he’s laughing
Tried run from my pain and outlast it
Here’s my soul you can have it
That’s one more nail in the casket
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Driving 125 in the car and I crashed it
I didn’t see the turn then I braked and I panicked
Reaching for a lifeline but I couldn’t grasp it
Still lookin in the rear view, I can’t get past it
Woke up in broken glass and plastic
Sirens wail And now they’re shutting down traffic
Looked down, blood leaking out of my jacket
Looked for an answer and god didn’t have it
Sped through life
Running red again
Through every night
As the last light dims
How come everything that I touch turns tragic?
Pleading with the nurse for morphine lemme have it
Asking if I’ve had visitors but I haven’t
Cause nothing I ever loved ever lasted
And I can feel my heart crashin
Hospital bed now it’s feeling like a casket
Looked down blood soaking through the mattress
Looked for an answer and god didn’t have it damnit
Reality comes crashing in
Deathbed confession as the last light dims
If I die young
I don’t need your forgiveness
And depression is a sickness
I know cause I’ve lived it
If I die young
Let me bury myself
One foot in the grave
And I still can’t ask for help
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Pain and sorrow
The dope is laced with it
No tomorrow
Pushing diesel past your weight limit
Oh god, This can’t be my brother
I can’t watch him suffer
Broken hands
Holdin a shovel
Digging for a vein
Ripping right through the muscle
WAR
On the front lines in my mind
WITH
With only myself to confide
THE
Violence in the sky
GODS
At war with the gods
Scratching at the roof
Of a coffin with your name in it
Tried to cross over but your money is no good
and you can’t Pay for it
Force fed False hope
“Peace awaits
on the other side of dope”
Force fed False hope
Blood on the wall was the suicide note
At war with the gods
I am the alpha the omega
The broken key to Heaven
The forever Unforgiven
I am the pain you cannot shake
The loss you couldn’t take
And the nightmare that keeps you awake
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10. |
BONNIE & CLYDE '05
02:08
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Bonnie and Clyde, 2005
You showed me your pain
And I showed you mine
I showed you my scars
And you showed me yours
You and I against the world
I’d split the earth for you
Dragging heaven to hell
I’d split the earth in two
Dragging Heaven to hell
Bonnie and Clyde, 2009
Oakland blvd just you and I
We had like 50 bucks in our bank account
Tired, hungry, and stressing out
But it’s still fuck the world until we die
Fuck em all
Fuck em all
It was always you and me from the start
Through the light and the dark
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And I don’t think I have it in me
Lord knows I wanna die
And my heart is still empty
So maybe this 9
Really kills the monster in me
I got it chambered
And peace is waiting on me
But I don’t know man, what if I regret it?
What if this depression genetic?
And the same pain came for my son and it possessed him
And I wasn’t there to protect him
Floating face down
Let me sink let me drown
Floating face down
They say the good die young
But moms aren’t supposed to bury their sons
They ain’t posed to try and dissect
Where the Pain came from or wonder
If it’s something they did wrong
But My demons callin
And I’m finally gonna answer them
The Devil at my door I’m finally gonna let him in
Been takin these pills since I was a kid
And now im too tired to swim
Forgive me father
For I am sin
I’m a reflection of the demons I let in
A mirror image of the monsters in my skin
I am the wind I am the rain
I am the trauma I was born in
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