You Know Im Not Crazy - Lyrics - Kissing To Be Clever - Culture Club

Title: You Know Im Not Crazy
Album: Kissing To Be Clever
Artist: Culture Club
Composer(s): Michael Craig, John Moss, Roy Hay, George O'Dowd

Lyric:
I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy

Say your mind has an overload
Your heart beats a rhythm, hot and cold
Your stature has a naked bust
When you're near, you're not like us

You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)
You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)

I caught on to the way you smile
Love could only last a while
I couldn't love, I couldn't touch
The situation was too much

You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)
You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)

Your love fails me
Your love, it fails me
Your love fails me
Your love, it drives me crazy, crazy

Don't tell me that lovers always mistrust
The lies in your eyes, the death in your lust
It's more than distraction, you touch you feel
Our hearts dance apart and you say this is real

You know I'm not crazy, crazy

Talk about the love we feel
The passion that our hearts conceal
Kiss and run, the fools we trust
Love inside a blinding lust

You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)
You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)

Hold me to my every word
Forget about the things you heard
Time will conquer, time will state
We owe every tear to fate

You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)
You know I'm not crazy
(You know I'm not crazy)

Your love fails me
Your love, it fails me
Your love fails me
Your love, it drives me crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy

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Girls - Lyrics - Showtime - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Girls
Album: Showtime
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Gustavo M Alvez Moretti, Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Yo, I dunno, marga man here. with the raskitdizzee rascal
Yo, walkin thru the club doors, betta make space, make way, make some more
And all the girlsthinks she det, don't know she stinks of sweat
It's marga man, Introducin live on stage in front of you
My bredrin Dizzee Rascal

As I get past the boucers, walk thru the dancefloor, onto the stage I'm glancin
Bin blessed tonite with the sight, seein all these beautiful beanies dancin
I'm usually placed infront of a crowd who push up their face and stare, and just stand
But thank god tonite its a totally different affair

I'm so excited and delight almost feel to take my hat off
To these beanies who excite me by the way they shake their back off. It's amazin
The way you lower and rise yourself again
Yo its amazin! I feel to pick up the mic and vouch for them

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
We don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Cho! (rasclart!) we're havin it tonite
This big bumper slapped me in the eye (gyal made me cry)
It's so crazy, got some hot chicks and this old lady
It's so gravy, its so orange, man these girls are tick like porridge

Excuse me, we're gonna have to get rid of you
Why?

You're here, but ur bumper's still in the queue
Qui ya! Cho! Girls all over England
Knighted whips of states of kingdom

WHERE?

Swing them breast tonite, then individually left and right
Coz you see tonite, I'm gonna be a gallice, and have bare girls smoking ma chalice

YOU KNOW WHAT IM SAYING

Fight your nuts, me I'm trying to fuck YEAH

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
Sex, we don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Yo, whats all the rampin and pettin about
I could giving you the fitness, wetting you out
Gimme one chance, we can dance, under the seats, cardiovascular sweatin you out
No escape, no letting you out
Not not rape, not at all, jus workin you out
I got ma hands on ur hips, cause fits, like hard low, cocking you out, rockin you out
Give a shout, give a scream, now I know ur keen, I come clean
But I maintain, skips from ur pussy lips insane
It's the word to use for when I penetrate
Cause mass hysteria and pleasure pain
Next best high to cocaine, but I can offer you triple the buzz
I'll call ma cuz, we can go again

You know we got girls in the north, girls in the south
Girls in the east, girls in the west
Big batties, big breast, so much gash no tym to rest
Straight to the ting, no tym to caress
Sex, we don't settle for less, shines we don't settle for less
No long ting coz we don't like stress

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

Girls shek ur batties out, guys help em do it and
If they're not aware, then show them how to do it
We don't have to fight, can dance all night
Shek ur body to the left, shek ur body to the right

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Hold Up - Lyrics - Onyx

Title: Hold Up
Artist: Onyx
Composer(s): Kirk Jones, Kejuan Muchita, Fred Scruggs, Fredro Starr

Lyric:
Yeah, nigga, yeah, south suicide Queens
That's right, Q U, nigga, yea yea
Shit like that, know what Im sayin', put these drinks up
Ya heard? Let's do this right, what? Yo

Hold up, this is for my thugs on the block
For my one stop niggaz that be huggin' the spot
Sittin' on crates, gettin' loaded, get that cake
Dodgin' drinks, spit and hafta cover they face

Kick some tye, big truck with tricks inside
In too deep, tryna sell bricks from the side
See no games, with real niggaz from other hoods
Car titles get lost, some niggaz get jooked

But God forgive me if a nigga cross the fam
Holdin' the heat, the streets'll make me force ya hand
From my wild crew, sets the new guns off the roof
To them slick dudes, hot and they workin' the phone booth

'Cuz Lord, knows, I'm gonna reload and bust back
Incredible gats, indicted for a federal rap
They ain't duck low enough, shots shredded they hat
Murdered and gone, nigga, it's a medical fact

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my chicks in the spot
All my bus stop bitches that be pushin' them drops
Playin' the gate, get it ma, get those papes

Hustle that face, seven G's below ya waist
Project chick, dippin' whips, cruisin' the strip
Gettin' money for tuition, go to school and she strip

Kill in the club, when niggaz dicks get hard
Murda mami, set you up and niggaz bricks get robbed
Help her soul if a chick try to set my team
I'm tying her up, rep till the death of Queens
All my staircase niggaz keep flippin' the jun's

All my outta state niggaz keep gettin them ones
Guns in the air, hit you with invisible glocks
That mean you never see it comin' nigga, fifty two shots
I'm takin' ya block nigga, if you like it or not
You either roll or get rushed, I guess not

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Sticky fingaz, the nigga that be stickin' them spots
For all my gun-cock niggards, that be bustin' off shots
Lay in the straight, black mask raidin' ya gate
Show me ya safe before I put two in ya face

Dirt on my kicks, hoodies all lookin' for whips
Catch a rat nigga, leave his Bentley sittin' on bricks
Bloody ice-pick fights in the yard
Ten times outta ten, step to me and ya life get scarred

Shoot outs in broad daylight, bustin' at feds
Dirty cops with a ki of coke, bring 'em out dead
For my jail niggaz, stashin' bangers deep in they cots
For my grimy niggaz, hidin' under cars from cops

Empty the glock, hitchu with disposable gats
Bust you, wipe it off, throw it away, it's a rap
What nigga? I see you back in the hood scrap
Turn ya Benz to a coffin nigga, straight like that

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up, this is for my gangsta team
And my dime little mamis rockin' timbs and jeans
When it's on, know, we ain't afraid to clap them things
In the club, gettin' bent, goin' crazy

Hold up
South suicide Queens, enjoy
South suicide Queens, enjoy

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Be Somebody - Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Title: Be Somebody
Album: The Rising Tied
Artist: Fort Minor
Composer(s): Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
Green Lantern, uh, MS, Lupe
Ya know, I'm a fan man, I'm a real fan
(Gonna be somebody)
Feel real honored to be up in here, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)

They had to bring out the expensive mics for this one
(Gonna be somebody)
Ya know I'm sayin' the seven thousand dolla
Headphones for this one here
Yeah, ya know I'm sayin'
(Gonna be someone)
Come on, talk to 'em

This is the story of them against us, win or lose
Forcin your feet into someone else's shoes
Everybody's got somein' to say
That we oughta live their way

What were doin's not okay in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec
You ever feel like the pressure's too much too take

Too much weight
'Ladies and Gentlemen
If anybody can hear me right now
Please shout back'

We're not the only one's feelin' so trapped
In a dream of somebody else in fact
They got their heads full of some overblown scheme
Opportunity they missed

Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back

Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance

Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done

We don't sleep to dream
We sleep to build stamina
Energy to do our thing
Get your camera

'Cause this ride is about to begin
Sit down and buckle it in
Let me say it again in this world
Everybody's got a chip on both sides of their neck
Got no respect, wait up a sec

When I was young
They said the odds of makin' it
We're slim to none, ladies and fuck it
I'm tired of them sayin'

The dream you have doesn't exist
Tellin' you you're worthless
Sayin' you should quit
Basically tellin' you that you'll never be shit

Really they're pissed 'cause they'll never achieve
Some opportunity they missed
Back when they were sixteen
And all they want to do is push you to be that
And all you wanna do is scream back

Uh, they gone think you're crazy
Mumblin' to yourself in the basement all day
Uh uh uhin' to ya self, my pops didn't dig it
Was shovelin to myself, my boys used to get it

They dug it because they felt
My undertakin' took me
I was makin' in my stealth
For wealth of rhymes, of crazy

I was chuckin' to myself
Then they went into the mental Rolodex
See I'm knowin' 'bout heart
Like a brain in my chest

And I took up a school
Where subjects was gettin' felt
Books under my seat
No book layin' on my desk

My teacher's like, Mr. Jacob
Yes? With all that knowledge
You aint tryin' to go to college
Be a lawyer or a doctor
Get a whole lotta dollas

Rather degrade women
And glorify violence
Well, the work that works for me
Might not work for you
No homework, I got work to do

Gonna be somebody
For anybody tellin' me I can't
Gonna be someone
For anyone who told me I had no chance

Gonna be somebody
I'm tellin' you the time has come
(Like that)
Gonna be someone
And maybe you'll get it when I'm finally done
('Im finally done)

This is an invasion, Fort Minor
The Rising Tied in stores
November twenty two

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Walk Around - Lyrics - The Big Doe Rehab - Ghostface Killah

Title: Walk Around
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Anthony Caputo, Dennis Coles, Ora Craig, Sir Mack Ric

Lyric:
I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze
(Get the mic on, I don't know what happened, son
(I just lost my mind, son)

People talking to me and calling my name
(Ay, ay, it's like I wasn't strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it)
(A nigga flesh on me, I can't really, I couldn't hold it, G)
No, I don't hear a word they say
(I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga)

It was him, the corner store and a buttered roll
The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes
One to the face, he fell sideways
I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres

Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin'
He slapped my girl, that's the reason why I was f'in to lean 'im
Everything got real slow, I ain't hear shit, my word
At least forty seconds, I stay dead stiff

I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand
Removed the gun and the sixteen spun out
He floored past ninety on the BQE
I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats

I couldn't speak, I'm in a state of shock
About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot
Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind
People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange

I walk around acting strange
(See what I'm sayin'? I don't know, I just don't feel right, G, no)
(Havin' flashbacks)
Like a man in a daze
(Bugged out, man, knah mean?)
(Nah, I don't wanna go, I don't want the clinic, man)

People talking to me and calling my name
(I don't want the hospital, son)
(You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man)
No, I don't hear a word they say
(Y'knahmean? My face feels numb, son, I don't know)

Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out
All I remember my shirt, I couldn't get them goddamned stains out
Oxy cleans wheat 'round the chest area
Right hand side, I'm pluckin' off li'l pieces of meat

And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee
But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach
On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York
'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk

Manhunt, police searches, S.W.A.T ran in my crib
Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids
Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz
She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs

Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try'na slay me
I told 'em, Friday I'll have they money, faggots try'na play me
I'll never eat up out a garbage can
I'll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father's plan

I ain't goin' nowhere, I ain't goin' nowwhere, I'm aight, I'm aight
(I walk around acting strange)
But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I'm blowin' they head smooth off
(Like a man in a daze)

Cops, connects, I don't give a fuck
(People talking to me)
You know I'm a eagle, feel the eagle
(And calling my name)

You don't feel like that, you gon' feel like bulldog
Y'knahmean? I don't give a fuck
(Hear no word they say)
Don't put me in no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean?

If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it
(I walk around acting strange)
Ay ay, yo, I can't take this shit no more, it's too hype
(Like a man in a daze)

Nigga thinkin' I'm buggin' out, I ain't buggin', I ain't buggin'
Y'all niggaz'd be buggin' out too if you had somebody's flesh on you
(People talking to me and calling my name)
Motherfuckers, fuck ya'll niggaz, I ain't goin' crazy

Sleepin' on couches and shit
(No, I don't hear a word they say)
I'm goin' back outside, fuck ya'll niggaz, man

I know my mother, she's worried about me
'Cause they might have to put me away any time
But when my baby packed up her clothes and left me
She sure, oh, I believe, I believe, she took my mind
Oh, she took my mind

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Im Looking - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Im Looking
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
I'm from Compton where them guns bust, watch Poppa George pop
Cats tellin' jokes at them car games seen big face hundreds
Handle the rock like Nate Archibald, what? This nigga only sixteen
And I wanted to be, just like him middle school fightin'

Any nigga with a chip on his shoulder, whattup nigga?
You want beef with me? Now I let the heat speak for me
No more talkin', just outline chalkin'
Nigga witta attitude from birth, 100 Miles and Running

Gunnin' bustin' shots like fuck the cops
Notorious for burnin' blocks, weavin' in and out of traffic and chop
Game the young Robin Hood of the block
Steal from the rich, give to the poor, coward niggaz rock

Second comin' of this black Alfred Hitchcock
Kick in the door wavin' the four-four
Ten shots to your spleen
Let them violins sing

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game
Young'uns runnin' with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin' the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)

Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)

Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's
Gangbangin', dope traffic, shit get crazy
From where niggaz grow up hard like dicks raised
Them hustlin' guns like nicks players, we got mouths to feed

'Til they put flowers on me, moms kiss my cold cheek
In that pine box, I'm buyin' rocks, eyein' cops
Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin' it happen
Who you think got them fiends runnin' back like Bo Jackson?

I'm a gangsta, what else could I say?
I'm ahead of myself like it's Y4K
2Pac, Scarface, N.W.A.
Taught me how to dodge them bullets, keep my wig in play

Keep fo' snug in the waist or pay a thousand to have 'em
Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album
But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G
Bet the four slow 'em down like PCP

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game
Young'uns runnin' with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin' the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)

Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)

Real gangsters never talk shit, handle they business
Fuck the dry snitchin' and bitchin', niggaz die when them bullets fly
Who fuckin' with him, ha? Not a nigga alive
End up dead in that 5

He got no sympathy for them dead guys, friend or foe
Watch that chest cave in, what that vest savin'?
Make it sloppy for the autopsy, leave my enemies in a frenzy
On the front lines holdin' a 9

Everyday a new chapter, my own niggaz plottin' on me
Tryin' to hit me but they won't get me
Feel the semi first fuckin' with my dough, is the worst way to go
Y'all know, niggaz cry when them bullets burn slow dummy

In and out of spots watchin' my money
If one dollar come up missin' bodies start to come up missin'
No one too heavy for the expedition, piss on your corpse
Watch your soul shiver, throw him in the river, bitch nigga

Yo, I'm just a ghetto nigga stuck in this game
Young'uns runnin' with 'caine
Rain hits so we floodin the game
When you come to Compton respect the grounds, leave you shook man
(And I look good, from Compton to Brooklyn)

Hey yo I don't give a fuck who you are, fuck ya ice
Fuck the block that you claim, fuck your Bentley Azure
(Dead presidents is all I represent)
('Til y'all met me y'all niggaz ain't met gangsta yet)

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The Roach (The Chronic Outro) - Lyrics - Dr. Dre

Title: The Roach (The Chronic Outro)
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Eric D Collins, Bernard G Worrell

Lyric:
Cannabis Sativa or in the heart of LA known as the cronic
Not to be confused with the bionic
Even though it does cost six million dollars
Man, understand, ah, ha, ha, now we working
With some new improved shit on this track

Nevertheless, not no stress, sucka ass niggas
So now we gonna move on and, uh
Light a big fat one up for the world and hit this
Once or twice and you'll be twice as nice get it
This is the cronic, ah, ha, ha, ha
(Play that motherfucker out there, nigga)

Make my bud the cronic
I wants to get fucked up
Make my shit the cronic
I gots to fire it up

I want the bomb I want the cronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the cronic
Before I take it home

Damn, my last joint, don't fuck with me fool, who got the dub sacks
Whoe, this shoutin' a motherfucker, man
(You can take it or leave it, nigga)
But I need a spliff right now
(Roll this shit up then nigga)
And I don't want no Sess, brother

It's got to be the cronic, know what I mean, nigga
Yeah, that's the cronic, that's the cronic, that's the bomb, boy
Now get me motherfuckin' zig-zag, we straight
(Yeah, nigga I got some)
Or better yet, a muthafuckin' blunt
(I got that shit)
A Philly blunt that is

Make my bud the cronic
I wants to get fucked up
Make my shit the cronic
I gots to fire it up

I want the bomb I want the cronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the cronic
Before I take it home

Make my bud the cronic
I wants to get fucked up
Make my shit the cronic
I gots to fire it up

I want the bomb I want the cronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the cronic
Before I take it home

God, damn, I'm fucked up
(Im fucked up to)
That shit ain't no joke, ohh, shit
No, I want no more, I want shit
Just leave me alone, just let me chill out
And listen to this shit, I'm high

Make my bud the cronic
I wants to get fucked up
Make my shit the cronic
I gots to fire it up

I want the bomb I want the cronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the cronic
Before I take it home

Make my bud the cronic
I wants to get fucked up
Make my shit the cronic
I gots to fire it up

I want the bomb I want the cronic
I gots to get fucked up
Make my bud the cronic
Before I take it home

That's fucked up, what they put in this weed
That's why they call this shit cronic, [unverified] damn, damn, shit
Fucked up, fucked up, fucked crazy, oh, fucked up
Really, really though, now I'm callin' a motherfucker
That shit, that shit, that shit's crazy, I'm high dam

Ohh, I made to fuck some shit up now, baby
(You can come on and fuck me up)
Hmm, hmm, triple cheeseburger
Some fries, motherfuckin' couple sodas
Some apple turnovers and all that old shit, nigga

[Unverified] I'm ready to get my [unverified] on that indo
Smells good as a motherfucker to
I want it no more, that shits not to be fucked with
Nice to be fucked with
I'm high, oh, nigga you pass that to somebody else

Nigga, I'm through for the night
Really though, really though, nigga
That's some fools gonna buy this motherfucker
No, nigga, don't be trying to pass me that shit
Nigga, I'm, I told you I'm cool, oh, madness
(Ha, I got another dub sack, nigga, ha, ha, ha)

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It'S H*** - Lyrics - From tha Roota to tha Toota - Field Mob

Title: It'S H***
Album: From tha Roota to tha Toota
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind
Fuck the World, we cried
My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga

Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say

Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, can't deny that face
And as a child, everynight I prayed
For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
Lord save me, take me, away from here
20 To 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evicted?
Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob?
Why my pappi ain't gotta job?
Why I ain't graduate?
Why through high school I didn't have a date?
Why I had to masturbate?
Why Im wearing hand me downs?
Why im in and out of jail?
Why I let my family down?
Why my uncle died?
Wish it would've been me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And that's all I gotta say

He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, Please let me get back
He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 Years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard
And when them folks come through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever
She almost died, of loss of blood
I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end
It's hell
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga

Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

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