Chink Santana

[ad-libs]
Yeah... another day..
Another motherfuckin dollar..
But look, nigga...
Its how we do
Livin in the ghetto, ooh, ooh
[chorus]
Livin life up on the corner
Slangin rocks and smokin weed
From a eightball to a G
Worked my way to a ki
All I can try to do is hold on
Caught up in the struggle
Seems the only way to be
Never gone find no peace
Till the day they bury me
All I can try to do is be strong
[verse one]
And nigga, you can find me
Hangin up on the corner
Or layin up in the cut
Tryin to get my motherfuckin money right
My hammer right beside me
And I really dont give a fuck
If somebody gotta die tonight
Cause look... nigga, my pocket full of stones
Is everything I own
And this is all I do, all I do
A nigga straight hustlin everyday to get through, get through
[chorus]
[verse two]
Gotta be on the lookout for them stick-up boys
Cause when they come
They be straight hemmin niggas up
And it really all about takin that money, man
If they catch me, they betta kill me
Aint comin out like no punk
Shit, cant let no nigga take nothin from me, man
Cause look, yo... they steppin in my zone
And infiltratin my home
And what the fuck would you do?
If a nigga straight... took ya cake
And tried to break you, break you
[chorus]
[bridge]
I wish that I could let it go
How we in the struggle and hustlin just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
I wish that we aint have to be so canivin just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
How my niggas in the pen doin time just to make it out the ghetto
I wish that I could let it go
I wish that genocide wasnt survivin just to make it out the ghetto
[verse three]
Everyday is just weed, rocks, and pistols, cops comin to git you
When niggas that wanna put you on shirts readin, "We Miss You"
Everything I been through, nothin but issues
Tired of goin to funerals and passin moms the tissue
Getcha prayer in ya life, its hard to listen
When there aint nothin fair in ya life
Its God thats missin, thats what they be tellin me
And I try to wait but He be takin so long
Ill probably catch another felony, inhalin weed
Keepin me broke, though, I slangs my coke
I probably push less weight than the trees I smoke
And aint no hope for tomorrow, hot, heavy wit sorrow
Cause my peers bring tears from findin em full of hollows
I know you probably goin through the same thang
The same pain, cause we caught up in the same game
And dont a damn thang change, nigga, bump this song
Cause you strong and you aint alone, nigga... just try to hold o
[ Hold On Lyrics ]