Lookin trough my rear view

Staring at the world through my rearview
Just looking back at the world
from another level Ya know what I mean?
Starin...

Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
Niggaz is callin cops, people shot nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
Two kids shot while the whole block staring
I will never understand this society first they try
to murder me then they lie to me product of a dying breed
All my homies trying weed, now the little baby's
crazed raised off Hennesey tell me will my enemies
flee when they see me believe me
Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy listen
Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men it's on again
I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
full of paranoid drug dealers to the end my friend
I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) They got me starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuc***
(X2)

Hay que saber aprovechar cada momento
Cada tiempo porque desesperado arrepentimiento
Lo que yo siento me sale directo
Corre por mi pecho
por mis huesos por mis sesos
y yo no se que es esto
Nada nos para de esto nada te salva de esto
Por eso yo me regreso a mi pues que pero molesto
De esto yo se de esto también de aquello también
Por eso no me digas con quien debo de hablar Hoy te prometo que ahora es mi tiempo
Si quieres créelo
Es lo que siento
Porque no sientes
Llego el momento
Porque me sientes
No es un cuento

Now I was raised as a young black male
In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?
Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter
cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
All you bustas best to run look at my bitches

Now I know the answers to the question, your dreams come true
Still starin at the world through my rearview

(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
Gettin high, watchin time fly -
and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die
(2X)

Me decían los pendejos
no enseñes miedo cuando estés en el pueblo
Cojéelo bien enserio porque te comerán los perros
Que bueno tiralatas
Se mueven de mi casa
Verán como un hombre mata con sus manos por sus rastas
Y es verdad
Talvez yo me encuentre atrás
Pero veo la pobreza que se expresa sin la piedad
No existe amor solo dolor sin amistad
Divinas chicas lindas en las equinas menores de edad
Con excusa de estudios familias comida no mas
Esos biches se arrepientan corriéndole el mundo atrás
Porque por mas dinero que tenga calle no vera
Toda tu meta es monedas tu sabes que no escapas