gangster war hit n run

hit n run # you better have a dream or die# speak your time# b4 you get split off your dices# hit on rhythm taking chees on prime# pay your price before you getting clipd or bye# In the gangster lifestyle where the streetlights flicker, schemes thicker, East and West coast, we move slicker, no time for the snickers. Life's a gamble, dice roll in the alley's dark corners, Hustlers whisper dreams, while the sirens warn us. Concrete jungles where the lions roam, Survivors thrive, but the pain cuts to the bone. Hit and run, adrenaline rush, we blend in the night, Ghosts of the past haunt the blocks, we fight for the light. From the curb to the block, we navigate the maze, Lost brothers in the struggle, trapped in a haze. Ghetto tales spill like ink from a pen, History repeats, but we rise up again. Chasing shadows in the chase, hear the echoes of the streets, In the heart of the struggle, where the bitter and sweet meet. Life's a movie, but the script's written in scars, Underneath the city lights, we dream of the stars.