You Might Die Trying - Lyrics - Europe 2009 - Dave Matthews Band

Title: You Might Die Trying
Album: Europe 2009
Artist: Dave Matthews Band
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Dave Matthews, Stefan Lessard, Carter Beauford, Leroi Moore, Boyd Tinsley

Lyric:
To change the world start with one step
However small the first step is hardest of all
Once you get your gait you will walk in tall
You said you never did 'cause you might die trying
'Cause you might die trying, 'cause you

If you close your eyes 'cause the house is on fire
And think you couldn't move until the fire dies
The things you never did, oh ?cause you might die trying
Because you might die trying you'd be as good as dead
?Cause you might die trying, ?cause you might die trying

If you give you, you begin to live
If you give you begin to live
You begin, you get the world
If you give you begin to give
You get the world, you get the world
If you give, you begin to live

You might die trying, oh you might die trying, yeah
You might die trying the things you never did
'Cause you might die trying, you'd be as good as dead
?Cause you never did

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I Won'T Fall - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: I Won'T Fall
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, J Williams, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Yo, you got these niggas running around like they head cut off
Like they gully then switch when I'm spittin' those gummies
I creep in the cold till my nose get runny
Then I'm laying for a nigga like I'm waiting on money
I ask these hoes what the fuck they want from me
From the gate I keep it real that's why the gold love me
I got a shorty and she get down for me, when I'm out of town
You know she holdin' down the crown for me

Dog, God forbid if I die, don't worry kid
Take you with me shit put some dope on me
My life's story was the henny, had to stop that
And now I'm focusing clear when I cop that
Fuck getting clapped, it be more like applause
Since they tellin' like broads, might as well be the Mobb
The H da A da V da O da C I'm the man
The myth pushing shit to the white league

You can two face me, backstab me
A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying
(I won't fall)
You can try to set me up and all that
A nigga too much on point for all that
(I won't fall)

You can two face me, backstab me
A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying
(I won't fall)
You can try to set me up and all that
A nigga too much on point for all that

Don't make me be after you niggas like the Ku Klux Man
Throwin' my hoody, and you know I'm burnin' that grass
Plottin' on how I'm gon' murda that ass
I'm poppin' up, guns choppin' up, yo whole staff
We stoppin' the cassette, ain't nothin' gettin' passed
'Cuz we gettin' fat, on top of that we gettin' cash
I hear you niggas wanna get me may God be with you
Plus you better keep that mothafuckin' thing right wit you

And if I feel you a threat to my well-being
Niggas is bleeding you niggas better back up off the P kid
I blam you, and pass you to Jesus Christ
You be a ghostdog like Forest Whitaker right
Be a dumb mothafucka thinkin' P not squeezin'
Like Palm Springs the only thing beefin'
Is that gumball 'cuz I ain't got talk for ya'll
I got big four-pound towners do you new bounce

You can two face me, backstab me
A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying
(I won't fall)
You can try to set me up and all that
A nigga too much on point for all that
(I won't fall)

You can two face me, backstab me
A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying
(I won't fall)
You can try to set me up and all that
A nigga too much on point for all that

The two-face niggas
The backstab niggas
I felt that shit coming
Nip that in the bud gunnin'
No tolerance for them niggas
Fuck the dumb shit, I hope you niggas die broke
While we in the plushes

Hotel Suites
Expensive car seats
Windows half-down bumpin' out Mobb Beatz
With a bad bitch beside me
Raisin' up the volume
Know they hate to see that
And that's why we come through

You can two face me, backstab me
A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying
(I won't fall)
You can try to set me up and all that
A nigga too much on point for all that
(I won't fall)

You can two face me, backstab me
A nigga still ain't taking what's mines gon' die trying
(I won't fall)
You can try to set me up and all that
A nigga too much on point for all that

I won't fall

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Trill Niggas Don’t Die - Lyrics - Stop N Go - Ugk

Title: Trill Niggas Don’t Die
Album: Stop N Go
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Paul Jackson, J Mcvey, Bernard James Freeman, Joseph Howard Jr., John Okuribido, Dino Fekaris, Chad L Butler, Nick Zesses

Lyric:
I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying
Pussy nigga
I pack that nine every time and I ain't trying dying

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

Pussy nigga, thinking you gon' kill me
I got some'ing for your ass, nigga you gon' feel me
I'ma blow you out the wate, with the 2-23
Putting dick up in your daughter, rap is over I serve some cheese

Nigga talking 'bout robbing Chad
Run up on me with that first will leave you stinking in the grass
If you're Cathlic go to mass, if you're Baptist go to church
See a hoe up in a nigga, gon' pull up a skirt

That'll be some incredible shit
Niggaz scheming on my bezel, on some devilish shit
I been to hell and back, on another level you bitch
Go on try it I'm going live, they gon' need a shovel for you bitch

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

I been stabbed I been shot, went from no fans to being hot
But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot
In a doggy dog world, y'all fellas be chasing girls
When I place myself in history, too hot for a ladder to catch me

But I can't help but to notice, I'm one of the coldest
And I know y'all haters love when I'm locked up, but I won't lose focus
Yeah I wrote this counting down, how many days I got
So lately my gun ain't been hid, it's been displayed a lot

My attitude is fucked up, I don't give a fuck 'cause I just don't give one
Thinking 'bout living a life where everything
You do right is wrong, mo'fucker I live one
I know niggaz wanna kill me but I'm still riding pride
'Cause the Lord riding with me and that's the main reason why

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

Some niggaz win and some niggaz lose
Some niggaz getting bruised, some always crying the blues
Some niggaz already lost and ain't gon' lose no mo'
Big shoes, hoe choose, ain't paying dues no mo'

Everything y'all trying to do, I built a school hoe
Now it's fly to talk country, I made the rules hoe
I was sagging in my khaki's 'fore Dickie's was cool
Gangsta Nike's on my feet, our music banging in the streets

The young B.G.'s, really love to fuck
Fuck radio and BET, I'm out here bumping in the trunk
For the girls popping pussy and the boys with the blow
Cadillac'ers and flat-backers, I'm out here ripping for it hoe

I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die
I just wanna celebrate 'cause trill niggaz don't die

Can't any man, boy or woman take away my soul
It's a gift given from God and I'm keeping a tight hold
The world is ugly and cold, trying to make me the same
But I'ma keep it one hundred, when it come to the game

Tame attitude, they get the wolves to grouping up
They laying boys down, they future they scooping up
We keep it click tight, so when niggaz start lurking
In the dark heaters start, anybody start jerking

Put my work in on the reg', the powder in the keg
A dragging society, don't borrow don't beg
For tomorrow so gon' 'head with your pity, I'ma be cool
Kindergarteners was looking up to me in pre-school

Down with Pimp C fool and P A T the town
Representing it to the fullest, till I'm gone I hold it down
Bun Beater, would never sell you no lie
So if you ask for the truth, I'ma reply to trill niggaz don't die

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Not Die'N - Lyrics - Sticky Fingaz

Title: Not Die'N
Artist: Sticky Fingaz
Composer(s): Anthony Hester, Kirk Jones, Ed Hinson

Lyric:
If it wasn't for Kool Herc, hip hop wouldn't be created
That's bullshit, I would of created it tens years later
Niggas acting up till the guns is heard
I don't hear you poppin' shit now, mums the word

And all you rapping niggas, what, that's all you got
Think you a thug now you doing songs with Pac
Gotta bullet in my stomach doctors scared to remove it
And 25 stitches above my dick to prove it

But I can't die, so I don't wear no vest
I'm like super nigga, gotta SF on my chest
Nigga I'll take a automatic and play Russian roulette
Just to collect, life is short expect my death

Told you once, told you twice
This is the last time you can bop give me a flat line
Even if I bleed to death I can't die
Not even if I fell from ten stories high
Yo, I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I tried everything swallowed pills slit my wrist
Made my own brother shoot me, X-1 fuckin' missed
Tried to paint the walls with my brain but the gun jammed
At my first shoot out, I stayed everyone ran

I want it raw, and more than ten different women
Locked myself in the garage with the Benz runnin'
As a kid, they had to watch me carefully
Tried to put the blow dryer in the bath with me

Everywhere I go, I hear voices, who calling me
Doc said my brain damaged but I don't see nothing wrong with me
Maybe that's why half the industry won't do a song with me
I walked amongst the dead, talked to punks with lead
An eye for an eye, we can all go blind

All you niggas talking about you ain't scared to die
I feel nigga, 'cause I ain't scared to kill you nigga what
I'ma rule the underground or get shot trying
No matter how many times I get hit with the hot iron

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n
I'm not die'n
What bring it, I'm not die'n

You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me

You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me
You can't kill me

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Lo - Die Trying - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - Die Trying
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

Before we came being in southern wasn't something to claim
The fact wasn't something too fly it was something to blame
Smilin' and juckin' and jivin' I was so ashamed
They gave the dirty apparently appropriate name
I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul
Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind
Answering the call of God like a child obeying
Preaching the very same power they killed Martin for saying

But you can't break the mold and not holding your breath
Thought if I died for ya, that would be an honorable death
So sincere my eyes begin to swell up in tear
And it's clear my music may not do well up in here
Oh my God being a nigger must be a good payin' job
With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss
There is a time and the place for everybody's taste
But I know too much and I owe too much

See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

So here it is, an invitation to an open book
A painful past my heart is still broken look
I know you don't hate me it's not assured that anyone appreciate me
See I've been having a hard time selling my album's lately
In recent news the source couldn't find any microphones to rate me
Using words I could scream an alternative to equate me
Which is true I'm in a box with a view would you still wanna date me?
I could be a pretty good thug but it wouldn't compare to a great me

The final cross to bear is mine it's not a cross to share
But isn't it ironic I still woulda bought a cross to wear
That obviously cost to wear but considerably less
Than the price that it costs to care
Now I have another loss to spare I doubt 'em say that I can't win
Even though I know talking intelligent just ain't in
You most likely to go broke when you just can't bend
So me and J J both gon' have to pay bills

See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

Listen, people still standin' in line at the world party for some soul food
To get put back in that old mood they say, we like the new 'lo
And we respect everything that you trying to do 'lo
Do what you do but just do more that you know
It's a catch 22 and I couldn't cry
Now I'm under oath with them both and I couldn't lie

Cussed 'em said that I'm too dope and I couldn't fly
But you getting rich talkin' shit so why shouldn't I
I'm just playing but I guess that couldn't go without saying
I'm just gon' ride this revolution until they stop me where I'm stayin'
But I ain't gotta have to lie to ya to make it sound fly to ya
I keep my feet on the ground and bring the sky to ya

See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

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Die In Your Arms - Lyrics - Crash Romeo

Title: Die In Your Arms
Artist: Crash Romeo
Composer(s): Travis Adam Weber

Lyric:
I'm not trying to forget you
I just thought that I'd let you know
It's all explained in this letter
That you left on your bathroom floor

And I will remember
And I will forever now
If all of this is possible
Why can't I just see you tonight?

If all of this is possible
I want to die in your arms
I want to die in your arms
I want to die in your
Die in your, die in your
Die in your arms

Hear the whispers from the back room
Screams keep you awake at night
I'm still waiting for your last kiss
Nothing ever seems to pass the time

And I will remember
And I will surrender now
If all of this is possible
Why can't I just see you tonight?

If all of this is possible
I want to die in your arms
I want to die in your arms
I want to die in your
Die in your, die in your
Die in your arms

We'll carry on until we fall
It seems like you have forgotten
We'll carry on until we fall
Please don't say that this is the end

If all of this is possible
Why can't I just see you tonight?

If all of this is possible
I want to die in your arms
I want to die in your arms
I want to die in your
Die in your, die in your
Die in your arms

If all of this is possible
If all of this is possible
If all of this is possible
I want to die in your arms
I want to die in your arms

I want to die in your
Die in your, die in your
Die in your arms

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Ghetto Child - Lyrics - Unpredictable - Mystikal

Title: Ghetto Child
Album: Unpredictable
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Michael Tyler, Mary C Brockert, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
It's crazy out here (uhhhhhhh)
Yo mama I'm tryin to keep my head strong (whats up Mystikal?)
Uhhhhhh! (uhhhhhh) I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

I feel like a bird nigga with no wings
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up each other cause we gotta eat
And I ain't tripping cause I'm running from the police
I done seen little kids in the projects starving
I done seen more hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely shines
But so many niggas in jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media starting east and west coast wars
I'm from the south, where they predijuce on us all
Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to clean us up
Gave us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it home

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

It's real when you can do whatever you want to do
When you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas aint never gone through it
How many niggas in the penn
How many niggas in the cemetary don't know why?
How many strikes y'all niggas need
How many innocent children in the ghetto got to lose thier lives?
WHYWhy you gotta make your momma cry?
HUHShe take you out of the street
Cause that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen cause your mind is one track
And your head is hard
And your getting flipped, and your talking back
Showing your ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
Lemme talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But that's far and all
And sore and all, it's cool when it started off
Now niggas duckin bullets like dodgeballs
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's gonna grow
Living in a messed up time, a messed up court
I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no more
It's bigger than us, it's out of our hands
That's why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly father, keep my head above the water
Cause it's your world, and we your children
Your sons and your daughters
We struggling, trying to get out of the ghetto
Trying to make it to mars

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Dear mama pray for your son, hoping I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so much
Seen so many things, couldn't find the words to explain
The only way to avoid stress is to get high, by drinking hennessey but I
But I can't get too high, cause I gotta keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder days
Penetentary close, but you know what? Cemetaries ain't that far away
Before I die I'm trying to make the whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand there
The way we express ourself, they think that we all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life aint been the same nigga, life as a thug
If I had to draw a picture of my life
I have to paint my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me this
Get you something cause cemetaries
Packed full of niggas who had dreams to be rich
So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
To tell my family one day I was gonna grow up to make millions
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream when I came home from jail
When I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I aint gonna lie, my conscience aint clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, god forgive me, I'm just trying to survive
They cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my auntie having a baby
Congratulations, she on rocks

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

Uhhhhhh! This ghetto got me crazy
Mamma, won't you pray for your baby?
Uhhhhhh! I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it
Mamma, I'm just a ghetto child trying to make it

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Chop Chop - Lyrics - The Academy Is...

Title: Chop Chop
Artist: The Academy Is...
Composer(s): Andy Mrotek, Michael Guy Chislett, William Beckett, Michael Carden

Lyric:
Chop, chop

I've got myself to blame for this
I've tried to compensate for everything I'm not
And every face forgotten

You felt the sun warming your bed
You looked so quintessential impressed against that cross
In the face of what was lost

Still I'm not asking much of me
And you're ignoring the matter

You'll shut me up and bleed me dry
A little cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
But if nothing else matters, then I will die trying
Thinking about you and I

Three years on Friday since we met
You felt that existential kiss upon your neck
How could we forget that?

Still I'm through acting
Like this feels right
And that that nothing else matters

You'll shut me up and bleed me dry
A little cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
But if nothing else matters, then I will die trying
Trying not to think about you, about you
Yeah

It's on yourself and no one else
It's on yourself and no one else
But without hind site I guess it serves me right

You'll shut me up and bleed me dry
A little cheap champagne and a disappearing lifestyle
But if nothing else matters, then I will die trying
Thinking about you and I

Shut me up and bleed me dry
It's only a matter of time
Cheap champagne and a complicated lifestyle
It's only a matter of time

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I’m A G’ - Lyrics - Loved by Few, Hated by Many - Lil' Keke

Title: I’m A G’
Album: Loved by Few, Hated by Many
Artist: Lil' Keke
Composer(s): Marcus Lee Edwards, B Williams, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(That's right)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Hey, hey)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(I'ma G)
(I'ma G)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

I got to be a G
(Real niggas stand up)
Gots to be a G
(O.Gs stand up)

Gots to be a G
(Crones da bricks nigga)
(I come from nothing)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

Lord, have mercy, momma done raised a real thug
Me and my daddy cool but he showed me tough love
Fifteen, I was asked out gettin' grown
By this time my old man had just moved on

Momma couldn't drive so she didn't have a car
And I could still see my T lady walkin' far
Sweat on her face, purse and a grocery bag
Me and my sister shit that's all we ever had

Stuck my chest out became the man of the house
Now I'm the bread winner, go get it at any cost
Flippin' burgers, washing cars and cutting yards
I graduated to cooking soft and selling hard

Highschool is over with I'm on a path
To mo hoes mo dough and a new slab
I'ma B.G hard headed so fly
But I'ma gangsta and like this till I die
(Know wut I'm sayin')

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Brrrrrrrd)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Wut it do, homeboy)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Wut's da buisness)
(Keke, it's big money, stunna, nigga we in da buiding)

Gots to be a G
(Real niggas stand up)
Gots to be a G
(O.G's stand up)

Gots to be a G
(I'm still here)
Gots to be a G till th day that I die
(you know wut it is, homeboy)

I say my hood is a mess the O.G's done
Got dressed wit the red
They heard the lil' homie got wet
So them AK's sprayin', blood for the young blood

You know us nigga is ridin' us
We fly 25's on them new trucks
We high till we die you cant see us
G fo burin' purple bush on dat kush

Leanin' on the lean and them guns stay took
Stuntin on dem bitches in god we trust
I'll ink my whole body I dont give a mother fuck
Redid the new grill iced out block cuts

Like father like son real niggas stand up
I'm wall paper, dawg, I hustle in the fall
Slept wit the gater roll wit guerillas
Built real niggas, a cash money nigga
Young money nigga, we them real go gettas
(Belive that)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

Gots to be a G
(Real niggas stand up)
Gots to be a G
(O.Gs stand up)

Gots to be a G
(I'm here, nigga)
(Ha, ha)
Gots to be a G till the day that I die

Fuck a diploma, I'm smuthered in tha drawer aroma
Still on probation if I piss then I'ma gona
Catch a pistol case fo' I leave it at the crib
Welcome to Hershelwood, soldiers get it how they live

A million blocks but they all end at one road
The streets a motherfucker ride till the car explode
Niggas, lose your vests I'm taking head shots
Fuck a new story evidents and sub blocks

Pressure bust a pipe kept it real and stayed at it
Them old snitch niggas know the game and still ratted
I'm at the weed house wit 20 bags and 3 for ten
I had a closed mind, I wasn't listening back then

Stuck in one spot trying to learn to manage money
Fuck them air jordens, the sky ain't forever sunny
Keep a full clip jackers might wanna visit
I'ma G chasin' down the same meal ticket
(Know wut I'm sayin')
(That's right)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Real talk)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G till the day that I die
Gots to be a G
(O.Gs stand up)

Gots to be a G
(Crones da bricks, nigga)
Gots to be a G
(I come from nothing)
(Ha, ha)

Gots to be a G till the day that I die
(Hey)
(Hey)

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Sugar Boy - Lyrics - Beth Orton

Title: Sugar Boy
Artist: Beth Orton
Composer(s): Ali Friend, Beth Orton, Ted Barnes

Lyric:
Sugar boy it's all over now, sugar boy it's all over now
Ain't your loving but the things you do
Listen boy I'm getting tired of you
Sugar boy, what you trying to do?

Well I told you I loved you, now what more can I do?
Told you I loved you, you beat my heart black and blue
I told you I loved you, now what more can I do?
Do you want me to lay down and die for you?
Do you want me to lay down and die?

Sugar boy it's all over now, sugar boy it's all over now
Went to the doctor he told me something was wrong
Listen girl you shouldn't feel so alone
Sugar boy, what you trying to do?

Well I told you I loved you, now what more can I do?
Told you I loved you, you beat my heart black and blue
I told you I loved you, now what more can I do?
Do you want me to lay down and die for you?
Do you want me to lay down and die?

Lay down and die, lay down and die
Well I'm not gonna lay down and die
No I'm not gonna lay down and die for you
Oh no I won't lay down and die
I'm never gonna lay down and die for you
No I won't lay down and die

I'm never gonna lay down and die for you
Oh no I won't lay down and die
I'm never gonna lay down and die for you
Oh no I won't lay down and die
I'm never gonna lay down and die

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What If - Lyrics - Plain White T'S

Title: What If
Artist: Plain White T'S
Composer(s): Tom Higgenson

Lyric:
What if nobody likes me, what if I don't succeed?
What if I give it all that I've got
And I still don't got what they need?
What if I don't get anywhere at all?
Will I consider myself a failure, will I be that small?

What if she doesn't like me, what if I'm not her type?
What if all the girls that ever like me
Are not the kind of girls that I like?
What if I meet the right one and screw it up
Will I consider myself a failure, will I give up?

I'm gonna keep trying, getting denied just makes me want it more
I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before
I can't live my life always worried about what if
'Cause what if I die tomorrow then I never even lived?

What if they don't like me, what if they think I'm a joke?
What if they act nice to my face
But they hate me and I don't even know?
What if they end up stabbing me in the back?
Will I consider myself a failure or will I fight back?

I'm gonna keep trying, getting denied just makes me want it more
I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before
I can't live my life always worried about what if
'Cause what if I die tomorrow then I never even lived?

What if nobody likes me, what if I don't succeed?
What if I give it all that I've got
And it's not good enough till I bleed?
What if I don't get anywhere at all?
Will I consider myself a failure, will I be that small? No

I'm gonna keep trying, getting denied just makes me want it more
I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before
I can't live my life always worried about what if
'Cause what if I die tomorrow then I never even lived?

I'm gonna keep trying, getting denied just makes me want it more
(Makes me want it more)
I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before
(Harder than before)
I can't live my life always worried about what if
'Cause what if I die tomorrow then I never even lived?
(Never even lived)

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Leaving - Lyrics - No Fun At All

Title: Leaving
Artist: No Fun At All
Composer(s): Mikael Danielsson, Ingemar Jansson

Lyric:
Setting the tone, hoping to reach what I aimed for
Trying so hard to figure out what I came for
But it really don't matter, speaking nowhere

And something was said without meaning
Doing what I was meant to, stop you from reeling
But it really don't matter, really don't matter no more

So tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
How am I supposed to rob you now?

Tired like hell, sleeping away till the evening
Wondering why it hurts when I think about leaving
But it really don't matter

Nowhere to go and nothing is left to believe in
Looking around, I can't understand what I'm seeing
But it really don't matter, really don't matter no more

So tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die

How am I supposed to rob you any other way?
Nothing can repair what I have done

Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
How am I supposed to rob you now?

Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
How am I supposed to rob you now?

Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
How am I supposed to rob you now?

Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
How am I supposed to rob you now?

Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
How am I supposed to rob you now?

Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
Tell me how you feel
Tell me how you feel when you die
How am I supposed to rob you now?

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Showdown - Lyrics - Crucial Conflict

Title: Showdown
Artist: Crucial Conflict
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Terrell Harris, Corey James Johnson, Marrico D King, Ralph Leverston, Wondosas Martin

Lyric:
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

Listen up all you damned dare varmints
It's finna be a showdown
Better flee the scene that's on the real
Better keep that head down

Pick a bigger strap, better come equip
And don't trip 'cause I'm 'bout to let it loose
Pullin' out a pocket knife will get you sniped
And you know niggas is gonna have to shoot

Could it be that I had the loot
In a mood for bustin' chickens
Nigga thought he had him a sweet vic
But he had him a schizophrenic

Better have that itchy for the homicide
Ain't no love, I'm a let it ride
Now it's gonna be a showdown
On the lowdown better stay inside

Trippin' 'cause a nigga gonna die
If Billy Joe didn't tell that lie
He would still be in the barn
Instead, he got buckshots in his right side

Ms. Hay she cooked as pumpkin pie
Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn
The showdown it was all good
And I came home with that smoky gun

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

Wait a minute,hold up now
Who want confrontation
Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique
Ha, I ride with a nation

And I'm bustin', not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga
On your deck, so don't sleep
To make you stifle got a rifle with a scope
You can't cope when the conflict's on the creep

You came to closed to the style partner
Can't fuck with the rodeo here we go, wild west side
Gitty up, move 'em out, head for the hills
I'm a let it ride

The trick didn't know about the gang bang boogie
'Til it fell on the floor wit a ass full of lead
No need for calling out your momma name now
Son-of-a-bitch you dead

On your mark, get ready, set trip
I'm comin' wit a nine millimeter motherfucker
Block bam, my shit never jam
Like a hoe you fold when I stuck you snipin'

Off a building gangbangin' is an everyday thing
Runnin' down on a hoe down, gotta low down
It's a showdown, nigga bout to go down
Slow down

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

I'm just a bogus nigga fuck that nigga next to me
You get that ass dropped quick never had no love
Now you wanna challenge me, fuck yo chief
We got some beef

When I die, it's gonna be a gang fight
I'm a be the nigga that take your life
Pop your ass say nighty night
Born to do some damage

I'll be damned if I let a motherfucker
Even think he rough, blaze that bitch
And bust him up
Pussy motherfucker I'm a take your stuff

Shit is out of pocket man
But all this shit is finna change
'Cause when I come this time
I'm a show you a nine ain't no joke

I'm a kill you some more
And show them fools Wild style ain't no hoe
And if I die we all gotta go bad thing about it
I don't give a fuck,wondering what I'm livin' for

Face to face with a nigga that I hate
I'm a meet you on the hell ground
Look you up in your eyes and spray
Smoke you in the showdown

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

A motherfucker told me
It was gonna be a showdown
When I came around
I was up for breakin' motherfuckers down

Fuck it niggas wit it let's rock the town
Flee on the scene, now what's up baby
Car full of niggas straight lookin' shady came to loot
Better have what you gone shoot

'Cause we straight actin' crazy, Conflict nigga
That's what it is when you tote them triggers
Gangbangalistic father figure
Daddy to the niggas that think they sucker

Yeah, it's a showdown
Not just my hood, but town from town
Making motherfuckers recognize the flavor
Coming from Chi-Town

Yee haw, be quick to draw
Pick a nigga meat up out with a chainsaw
Make a nigga see what he never saw
Crucial Conflict comin' at you raw

For a showdown, we don't play around
Motherfuckers gone die awe gone kill 'em up pal
Motherfuckers playing these damn games
Kill 'em up in the showdown

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

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If I Could Change - Lyrics - Master P

Title: If I Could Change
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Caldwell, Steady Mobb'N Alfons Kettner, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

I'm at the time in my life when a nigga ready to change
I'll be dead or in jail if I don't shake this thang
Feel like I'm trapped in a prison, slowly waiting to die
It's getting harder for my people, yet we don't know why

They cuttin' sistas off welfare, these kids can't eat
And it's the children like [Incomprehensible] turned out by the street
I couldn't see it while I was outside slangin' my rocks
Servin' death to my people, commit in the ultimate evil

Robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me
Blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me
Since the death of my momma, my life is filled with drama
Lost both of my kids, punished for what dirt that I did

I can't bring 'em back, so I get high to forget
All the mistakes that I made, that time won't let me erase
I keep my head up high but I'm stuck in this game
Steady checkin' myself, God help me to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

If I could change, I'd bring my momma back from the grave
I ain't got too much trouble cause we livin' in the last days
Crime pays, doing broads can get you AIDS
Gotta wear a strap these days

All the time I stay high, trying to fight my stress
Jealous fool of the world trying to put me to rest
Last night I had a talk with my momma
Then I cried, asking God if she'd serve a purpose before she dies

You can see it in my eyes, a brotha want to slow down
I ain't mad at ya daddy 'cause you didn't come around
I'm knowing that the times is hard but you can make it
You see the opportunity, you take it

But what about my little baby, I got a mouth to feed
But I still want to hang on the streets and smoke weed with the O.G.'s
My homies rest in peace in the game
I don't think you'll ever know the pain, I want to change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Lord know, picture me ballin'
Trapped in this ghetto with my young G's callin'
Henacee and weed when they bury P
A quarter key, 6 G's, when they carry me

Fall on my knees to no nigga
Trapped in this hood, raised by chrome trigga
Never had a pops, a nigga learned to slang cream
Should have been a chemist, the way I work a triple beam

Life, is like a page, I want to turn
I want to make a change but Lord you let my brotha burn
I done seen a nigga lose his life over zurcubian stones
Every night, my auntie bring a nigga home

Momma worrying 'cause the rent late
3 strikes, my cousin's doing time upstate
I sent him Camel with no filters
I'm in the ghetto slangin' stones with straight killas, uh

I know kids that pack gats 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm from the murder capital of the world and we rowdy, rowdy
Is there a heaven for a gangsta, Lord put me to sleep
'Cause your best friend turn into your enemy

Crooked cops is dirty in this shaded game
Go on take me out the ghetto
I want to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change
Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

Fast livin' got me trapped in this street game
Before I die I hope I have a chance to make a change

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High 'Til I Die - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: High 'Til I Die
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tony Pizarro, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
High 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop 'til my casket drop
I'm high 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop 'til my casket drop

I'm high 'til I die loced 'til they smoke me
Shit don't stop the shit don't stop

Game rules ain't got time for fools
Money on my mind so my nine rules
Time to make weight niggas gettin' crazy paid
Hate bitches for the games they play

So nigga pull quick but better be quicker
Than the next mutha fucka on the trigger
'Cause I'm static startin' to be a fuckin' habit
Gotta keep my automatic or get my ass kicked

When I'm travelin' it's kind of puffin' I drive a bucket
Little thug life nigga screaming fuck it
I love to throw my middle finger to the police
And no bucks, no justice, no peace

I'm smoking blunts 'til I pass out yah nigga getting assed out
Rollin' and my niggas glass out driving fast talking to bitches
Whipping cash out I'm with my niggas so fuck the suckas
I'm bucking brothas smokin' chronic mutha fuckas
Causing ruckus it's the last of the drank pull over
Can't hear a damn thang sober

High 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop 'til my casket drop
I'm high 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop 'til my casket drop

High 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop 'til my casket drop
I'm high 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
Shit don't stop the shit don't stop

Lord help me save me
Mama keep praying for a young mutha fucker
Trying to duck an early grave
In the city where you can't tell the fakes

From the snakes enemies from phonies friends from your homies
Around the corner theres another nigga waiting to jack
He don't know I got a glock till his ass get shot
Like a mutha fuckin' thug disease claiming peace

Like they mutha fuckin' trustin' me
Hey, what's up with bitches trying to screw me
Do me cause I did a movie throw the pussy to me
But before they never knew me rather die then let yah

Play me for like a busta and with my glock
I'm a plotin' ass rotten mutha fucka
Hey don't let that movie fool yah let me school yah
Screaming thug life nigga when I do yah it's the last of the drank
Pull over can't hear a damn thang sober

High 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop, 'til my casket drop

High 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop, 'til my casket drop

High 'til I die, loced 'til they smoke me
The shit don't stop, 'til my casket drop
...

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I'Ll Die Trying - Lyrics - What If? - Emerson Drive

Title: I'Ll Die Trying
Album: What If?
Artist: Emerson Drive
Composer(s): Steve Bogard, Jeremy S. Stover

Lyric:
You've been livin' way too long in broken-promise land
Your dreams crushed an' scattered like a million grains of sand
I'd love to be your redemption but I am just a man
I may never be a hero but I'm a rock you can lean on

If I don't love you like you deserve
If I don't stop every tear you're cryin'
If I don't make your life a heaven on this earth
I'll die tryin', I'll die tryin'

I'll listen to your secret prayer an' share your deepest wish
Search for a hundred years just to find the perfect kiss
Of everything within my power there's nothin' I won't give
To be that part of you an' your life oh that takes what's wrong, makes it right

If I don't love you like you deserve
If I don't stop every tear you're cryin'
If I don't make your life a heaven on this earth
I'll die tryin', I'll die tryin'

I may never be a hero but I'm a rock you can lean on

If I don't love you like you deserve
If I don't stop every tear you're cryin'
If I don't make your life a heaven on this earth
I'll die tryin', oh I'll die tryin', I'll die tryin'

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Waiting To Die - Lyrics - Broke - Hed Pe

Title: Waiting To Die
Album: Broke
Artist: Hed Pe
Composer(s): Chad Benekos, Doug Boyce, Wes Geer, Jerrad Shain, Ben Vaught, Mark Young

Lyric:
I don't give a fuck, I'm a hitman, I'm a stalker
I'm a solider, I'm a street walker
Fuck you, you don't know me, I'm a freak
Never slow down, never sleep

I get so high, don't play with me
See me, stay away from me
Just let me ride, no, you can't fade me
I ain't trying to hear shit that you saying to me

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Just let me

There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I'm just waiting, waiting to die

I drink too much, see me fall down, see me laugh
See me fuck up, see me laugh
I'll bust yo' lip, keep talking shit, guard your grill
A killer, will fire at will

I fuck the system that first fucked me
I question the authority to kill a minority
Fuck you, no, fuck you, I'm a freak
I ain't trying to hear shit that you saying to me

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Just let me

There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I'm just waiting, waiting to die

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies

Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Everybody dies
Just let me

There is nothing wrong with me
I'm not trying to see things your way
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I'm just waiting
I'm not lost, I'm not drowning
I'm not lost, I am waiting, waiting to die

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Dying To Live - Lyrics - Long Time Coming - Jonny Lang

Title: Dying To Live
Album: Long Time Coming
Artist: Jonny Lang
Composer(s): Edgar Winter

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Lyric:
You know I've heard it said there's beauty in distortion
By some people who withdraw to find their head
And they say that there's no humor in misfortune
No, I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead

Why am I fighting to live
If I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see
If there ain't nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give
When no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live
If I'm just living to die

You know some people say that values are subjective
But they're just speaking words that someone else has said
And so they live and fight and kill with no objective
Sometimes it's hard to tell the living from the dead

Why am I fighting to live
If I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see
If there ain't nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give
When no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live
If I'm just living to die

You know I used to weave my words into confusion
And so I hope you'll understand me when I'm through
You know I used to live my life as an illusion
But reality will make my dream come true

So I'll keep fighting to live
Till there's no reason to fight
And I'll keep trying to see
Until the end is in sight
You know I'm trying to give
So come on give me a try
You know I'm dying to live
Until I'm ready to die

Oh oh oh yeah
No no no
You know I'm dying to live
Until I'm ready to die

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They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: They Don'T Give A Fuck About Us
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): E.D.I. Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Johnny Jackson, Napoleon Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Malcolm Greenidge, Kastro Young Noble

Lyric:
Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured
And just looked at the whole situation
'Cause once u look at it
You know
(You really do)

They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us
They don't give a fuck about us

Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
And when I start to rise
A hero in their children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Some say niggaz is hard headed
'Cause we love to trick
Equipped with game
So we bang with this thuggish shit
I see you trying to hide
Hoping that nobody don't notice
You must always remember
You still a member of the hopeless

See ya black like me
So you snap like me
When these devils try to plot
Trap our young black seeds
Look it
Cops are just as crooked
As the niggas they chasin'
Lookin' for role models
Our father figures is bases

Some say they expect Illuminati
Take my body to sleep
Niggas at the party with they shortys
Just as rowdy as me
Before I flee computer chips
I gotta deal with brothers flippin'
I don't see no devils bleedin'
Only black blood drippin'

We can change
Whatcha now say?
I'm watchin' niggaz work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes to switch places with the bustas on top
I'm bustin' shots make the world stop
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone
Time to reflect on what you did 'cause they saying you wrong
I'm sure you had your reasons dawg
I don't doubt you
See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a fuck about you

Or them five mouths you forced to feed
Not including yourself
All you want is what they perceiving as greed
So as you loaded up that Mack and continue to buck 'em
I was on paper, thinking they don't give a fuck about us

I'm seeing it clearer
Hating the picture in the mirror
They claim we inferior
So why the fuck these devils fear ya?
I'm watching my nation die genocide the 'cause
Expect a blood bath
The aftermath is y'alls

I told ya last album, we need help 'cause we dying
Give us a chance, help us advance 'cause we trying
Ignored my whole plea, watching us in disgust
And then they beg when my guns bust
They don't give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

And if I choose to ride
Thuggin' till the day I die
Nobody gives a fuck about us
But when I start to rise
A hero in they children's eyes
Now they give a fuck about us

Now all my homies got love for me
Down to catch a slug for me
Guaranteed to bleed deeply
Now that's love
Shit,nobody else could give a fuck
If I'm tore down, from the floor down
Six-feet deep in the cut

What the fuck done went wrong
How long will I be mourned?
When I'm gone, same song
Ain't gave a fuck all along
And who am I to blame em?
Just do or die through the rainin'
Since they don't give a fuck
I don't feel what I'm saying?

Now thug niggaz die but multiply in doubles
Wrapped in plastic
Or closed casket for our troubles
Pressed in times
We busted like bubbles
With the police
This nation's peace sent here to run you

Now look at what this crooked world has come to
I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin'
Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain
So I spent your time in poor and working
I see no reason
So I stay ballin' season to season
Why you stuck thinking that they give a fuck

You tell me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying
'Cause half of my niggas, long gone
Buried in the dirt just for trying
Sometimes I think my block is dying
And that it's awful
To wake up to another day, shit ain't change that all fool

I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin
Seein' me upside down, backwards, head twisted
While I'm layin' in the coffin
The shit comes around so often
So tell me something
Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin'

Nigga I been so through pain go through the struggle
Doin' the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin'
On the edge of straight bustin'
Well since you don't give a fuck
I'll be frontin'
And I'm a drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin'

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die
They don't give a fuck about us
While I'm kickin' rhymes, getting to their children's minds
Now they give a fuck about us

They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us
So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by
'Cause they don't give a fuck about us

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