[Kyleon] Sometimes I ask myself, what is life like What would I be without this rap, without a mic life Or will I die young, like my partna Mike like Won't get to see my girl grow, and see what a wife's like But my life's alright, no I ain't finished yet I just got started, I ain't ready to end it yet I'm 24 years old, I ain't even beginned it yet I just started having money, I ain't got a chance to spend it yet I wanna be a millionaire, but I'm losing my life line My ticket out this ghetto, is for me to write rhymes I know I can get this money, if I write rhymes Opportunity knocked for me, at the right time Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bullshit Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits God pulled my card quick, nope no more pain mayn Sunshine for now, no more rain mayn
[Slim Thug] I grew up around a bunch of gang bangers, and caine slangers Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood Proud of my block, everyday fought for the hood Stand up kid, ain't too many did what I did Saw half the shit I saw, or lived like I lived When my mama went to work, my brother went to work In the kitchen, pyrex shifting till it hurt I watched him grind, fascinated by the cash Patiently waiting, for my time to mash Never tagged along, see I had my own gang We had our own ideas, on how to get this change We did our own thang, small time hustling Some young niggaz, never asking for nothing It ain't take us long, to peep what's going on The broke niggaz was weak, while the rich was strong we got it on
[Lil Mel] By all means I had to get it, I'm a hustler black This rap thing what I dreamed, don't wanna fuck with crack But damn, being broke I can't fuck with that And being po' ain't what I hoped, so I hustled stack Have nuts have money, that's the code in these streets And when my money got low, I was holding the heat I'm just a young nigga living, trying to sip and ball And even though these streets wet, I can't slip and fall I ran with killas pull triggas, up out they stacks fo' And if they broke, they hitting your back do' with the Mackno Fuck worrying bout haters, cause that'll freeze em up That's what the heat is for, guaranteed to heat em up These streets bad and yeah lil' daddy, from has-fect A young nigga could lose his life, over a glass set It'll take a cell in a jail, for us to do some mad thinking That's how it is that's how it go, I know it's sad ain't it
[Chris Ward] You gotta know, that you can't take your life for granted Cause it's a loaded game, out here on this lifeless planet Smoke till my eyes get slanted, just to focus better Thinking over pass times, when I wrote this letter I just hope it gets better, for the future's sake Trying not to make the mistakes, that I use to make Been out in the streets, since the age of 17 And witnessed all type of bullshit, most have never seen Damn near homeless, I slept on flo's slept in cars Been through all kind of battles, nigga just check my scars My backgrounds my resume, and my repitwa That's why I walk the way I talk nigga, and wreck this hard Please God, no more rainy days just sunshine Cause me and my homies tired, of ducking one times If I could I promise, I will put this gun down But how can I, when I'm a soldier on the frontlineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
