A deadly image of my life fading away  I relax to kick it, thinkin about my gangster ways  In my head I can see my homies, and some bitches also that know me  From the block, you know we're at the spot   With everyday they slang weed and rock  Got my gun cuz there's still more to come  Just to make sure my enemies get some  Thinkin like a mad ass on a crazy trip  I stop to think, really ain't shit  Fuck it, cuz it's all in the past  If only I knew, I wouldn't even last  I miss all the crazy times I had  Talkin gang of shit, goin headin with my dad  For some problem we couldn't resolve  Plus in my pocket a puete that revolve  But not for him, my mind was full of other sins  Took his ride with my slim-jim  Those were the days to the beginning of a maze  I even remember the first time that I blazed    [Chorus]  So rough, so tough  Rollin through my city  So rough, so tough  Bangin in my city    I sit back and reminice of the good old days  Hittin parties, gettin high were my crazy ass ways  Hanging out with my homies til late at night  On my block sellin dope til the break of light  49th Street was were the spot was at  Right in front of my primo's pad is were I sat  Living life in the fast lane  But at the same time it was all a game  Driven all hard then I hit YA  Simon, strolling in my blues in the County LA  Holding my own as a young ass fool  But thinking at the time everything was cool  Gang-bangin pelones, tagged-out cavrones  I hung around with nothing but crazy ass matones  That's the life I live and only thing I know  Three strikes what the hell, that's how my story goes    [Chorus]    So much shit I overlooked  Just like that my pinje life was took  I don't give a fuck I'm a Mexican  Now I'm here just rememberin  Believe me, it's all the same routine  See, who's the next fool to come and be me  The moon ain't cheese, you'll be beggin on your knees  Still think you crazy? Fuck with these  Troops who lace fools and pay dues daily  All the petho on the streets made me wanna creep, puttin enemigas to sleep  Tu conchos carros ¿Que pasa Dee?  Yea ese I remember all that  Not giving a fuck and daily carryin a strap  Back though, to what I wanted you to know  I got caught up in the gang, no goin back loco    [Chorus x2]