It's Ok Lyrics - Singles - T-bone

It's Ok 

I show ya how to do it now homie, cuz its ok 

Got the spirit all over this music, put all of the guns away 

I keep it gully for the streets and gangstas, but I 'm trying to make a change 

Cuz there 's to many of my dogs and comrades, homies done past away 

Coming up in my early days, I was raised around blacks and essays 

And thugs wit short tempers that are quick to spray 

Then throw up a gang sign reppin they set 

I 'm from the west man, this is bout as hard as it gets 

Tha projects saturated wit drugs and dealers 

And the streets consist of the guns and cold killas 

It 's bad enough man the odds is against me 

And homies in the hood just wanna bang and smoke hemp trees 

They say the only way for me to push Bentley 's is ride and bust bullets till the whole clip empty 

All these demons slowly trying to tempt me 

You 'll never make a difference bone, but God sent me to 

Revolutionize the style the used to 

And reach all of the gangstas in them khakis and zoot suits 

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Came to try to make some of you open your eyes 

And realize what really happens homie after you die 

Will the killing ever cease, it 's like we got a sick disease 

That makes us, pack a piece, in these cold heart streets 

Banned the passion of the Christ, but endorse glocks and Uzis 

Then we wonder why are kids is dying, bullets flying 

Gangsta 's riding and gangs multiplying, at such fast rapid rate 

Could it be all the hero 's man kind create 

We teach children how to murder in these video games 

So all they do is imitate what 's inside of their brain 

Cuz to them all of the killing is cool, so they pack in the backpacks then shoot up the school 

And then leave them other children wounded and dead 

Then realize what they did and turn the gun to they head 

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Raised in a dangerous place where thugs pack heat, creep 

Throw up em blue flags, C-walk to tha beat, blast from tha jeep 

Then leave you in tha back of your seat, face down in a pool of blood 

Resting in peace, mark of the beast is plotting trying to leave us deceased 

Bullets flying throughout our neighborhoods roaming tha streets 

It 's a war zone where we willing, patnas dying and got collect calls from tha prison 

Twice a day, inside tha land of tha murderers crooks and armed burglars 

Pimps, and curb servers and golden state warriors 

That ya gotta be ready to die, gotta decide, could be facing 20 to life 

In a 6 by 9 cell, in jail wit no bail, just waiting to get mail 

Where destiny is hell, you should a known gangstas never retire 

It 's blood, blood out, homie, devil 's a lia