(feat. Freeway) (from "State Property" soundtrack)
[Beanie Sigel:] Yo I come from a crack in the ground, a hole in the wall And dog when the crack ain't around, the smokers'll brawl Streets like a bullet in cancer, it'll swallow you up Or eat you from the inside and hollow you up And everyday like a test, you know life got rules And its sorta like checkers and chess I went to school and took the lessons punk Know a pawn get kinged, a bishop get juiced A rook get jumped Faggot niggas took the easy route They either coked out, smoked out, doped out Niggas took the needle route And I ain't tryin to take either route I'm tryin to stop get weeded out Really, tryin to weed it out No the flipside we choosin your way Like gettin fat from losin the weight Or losing that from, usin the weight I feel like I'm speeding and I'm 'bout to crash No where to go and I'm gettin there fast
[Chorus:] [Girl singing] Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to ruuuuunnnnnnn [Man speaking, girl singing throughout] We in the streets player get your man There's only two places to go, we either dead or in jail What the... [Girl singing] Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere
[Beanie Sigel:] Eh yo I'm caught up in the system where the blind lead the blind And this artist only speaks on the signs of the time And I pop pills in purple rain to state my pain They say I'm just like my father, bold and too cold But you know that's how a thug ride I send a kite through a dove in a jail where the thugs cry I feel your pain when you restrained and your love die And make your heart hard, the blood in your vein fry Feel like I'm trapped and I'm blindfolded But my eyes wide open to see it Feel like the O'Jay's, climbin those stairways hopin Heaven's gates wide open for me Look towards a lie, Sige in direction Still I spin in every direction, seekin directions Tryin to balance out the good with the imperfections Yeah I know I still move with nowhere to go
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[Freeway:] It seems like we grind from the bottom Just to make it to the bottom to see faces of the people that I shot When I get high late night, flow through the bottom My aunt's house, one of the places that I stopped See she just died, she got cancer from smokin and drinkin The same shit that I'm drinkin and smokin I can't lie, wish life would just open its handcuffs And let me go, I feel like I'm doin a bit I can't slide, so what I'm a rapper? I can't escape the wrath of the law if I crash up my whip Or get, blast in the jaw Prick, masterded his fifth I might go triple platinum, become a household name After a long day of out of town work make my way to the plane Plane fast in the tenth Hear mayday, mayday, control's outta work How the hell can life end like this? Nowhere to go
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