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Text: Mack 10. Gangster Poem.

You know sometimes life is a trip
It can make you do mysterious things
And sometimes life is a bitch
How do you deal with the pain?

Niggas rather smile in my face
Stick a knife in my mothafuckin' back
Than to see my family doin' well
And my pockets steady gettin' fat

Since the age of 14 you know
I been representin' my neighborhood
G'd up every goddamned day
Puttin' it down fore the city of Inglewood

And I ain't asked nobody for shit
Ain't nobody had to front me no sack
Everything I got I did it by myself
And that's a mothafuckin' fact

But why when I'm doin' my own thing
And why when I'm on my own grind
Niggas wanna turn they back
And act like squeak done switched sides

And even though I got niggas that I love
And niggas that I know is real
I still got them niggas that I wanna
Take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin' grill

But have you ever been down with the homies
Because you thought the homies was true?
Or have you ever been down with the homies
And found out the homies ain't down with you?
Huh, player haters suck my dick