A Tale From The Northside
Once upon a time down in Northside
I was being held at gunpoint
By a couple of young low lives
Feeling like they were some badass street soldiers.
As they pointed their weapon at me and my friends.
They told us to give them the cash.
Or kiss our asses goodbye with just one gun blast.
I have never in my life been so terrified.
I have never felt this alive.
What was their motive?
What was their need?
To be willing to take a life for the fuckin' green.
Feeling like they were some badass street soldiers.
As they pointed their weapon at me and my friends.
They told us to give them the cash.
Or kiss our asses goodbye with just one gun blast.
I have never in my life been so terrified.
I have never felt this alive.
Staring down the barrel of a gun
My life could of been done.
What was their motive?
What was their need?
To be willing to take a life for the fuckin' green.
Never did I think this could happen to me.
To be a dead motherfucker in the 5-1-3!!!
Uma História do Lado Norte
Era uma vez lá no Lado Norte
Eu estava sendo ameaçado com uma arma
Por uns jovens vagabundos
Achando que eram uns soldados de rua fodas.
Enquanto apontavam a arma pra mim e pros meus amigos.
Eles mandaram a gente dar o dinheiro.
Ou se despedir com um tiro só.
Nunca na minha vida eu estive tão apavorado.
Nunca me senti tão vivo.
Qual era o motivo deles?
Qual era a necessidade?
Estar disposto a tirar uma vida por causa da grana.
Achando que eram uns soldados de rua fodas.
Enquanto apontavam a arma pra mim e pros meus amigos.
Eles mandaram a gente dar o dinheiro.
Ou se despedir com um tiro só.
Nunca na minha vida eu estive tão apavorado.
Nunca me senti tão vivo.
Olhando pra boca da arma
Minha vida poderia ter acabado.
Qual era o motivo deles?
Qual era a necessidade?
Estar disposto a tirar uma vida por causa da grana.
Nunca pensei que isso poderia acontecer comigo.
Ser um filho da puta morto no 5-1-3!!!