Gangsta's Paradise

But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it,
Maybe treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of.
You better watch how you're talking and where you're walking,
Or you and your homies might be lining chalk.
I really hate the trip, but I gotta loc.
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke fool.
I'm the kind of G the little homies want to be like,
On my knees in the night,
Saying prayers in the streetlights.
Living in spending most their lives,
Living in a gangsters paradise.
Been spending most their lives,