South Park Mexican — In a Trance

[Verse 1] Dim lights on the streets Dim lights on the streets Dim lights on the streets silhouettes of Gs Hear the wind in the trees as it pets the leaves 3 in the morning the silent storm Where babies are addicted by the time they born Cars pull up people short on cash  20 dollar bill but need 4 for gas 16 for a brick, it ain't happening bro  Give me 20 for my slab push your car back home In the eyes of a broken man takes its toll Cause he gave his soul for the cain you hold Snow turn to stone like it's watchin' Medusa And my hood got more rockstars than Lollapalooza Life full of strife never see our dreams  i tell it how it is homie not how it seems We ballin dawg but late at night alone We knowing deep inside how our life unfolds [Chorus] They take a chance with they lives They in a trance, hustling through the night Oh can't they see? That will always Penitentiaries or eternal rest [Verse 2] Such a treacherous game when buyin' cain by the boat Blowing sweets to be stuffed with Incredible Hulk Trynna ease my mind on a cut full of stress One shawty thinks but for what to impress Gold diggers, car poppers, a.k.a. wheel watchers All it brings is carjackers. it creates more problems  Ice on the chain, ice on the watch Ice on my teeth when I smile at the cops And the dope fiend i got in my family Told me you fiend for rocks just as bad as me Even though yours shine and mine get smoked They both'll have us dead or doing time for coke Or on a chase like a dog, chasing its tail What do we get from our love when we base it off meth Miss memories of days that were paid with peace Sacrifice for a life on these gangster streets [Chorus] They take a chance with they lives They in a trance, hustling through the night Oh can't they see? That will always Penitentiaries or eternal rest [Verse 3] I feel like they aiming at my head while i step through my house Tell my mom keep the curtains closed when I'm around Enemies over turf, over drugs My homie got jacked and he swore it was us Hard enough trynna stay away from graves and cages At a job where you need the AK's and gauges Many ways you can catch a hot one to the mug From the dude that you hate, to the woman you love Nightmares of my casket and suffering fan And i can only reach heaven by the blood of the lamb Can you forgive all the sins i stacked to the sky (The work has been done, you have to decide) Hillwood is the land of the home invaders Its some boys smoke dope, but most smoke haters But don't hate us, I'm only here to spread some game See we didn't have a choice we was bred to slang [Chorus] They take a chance with they lives They in a trance, hustling through the night Oh can't they see? That will always Penitentiaries or eternal rest (X2)