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Nobody ever said life was gon` be easy But damn..
[ VERSE 1 ] Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what`s up with heaven? It`s hell when you`re an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage In the heart of a child who never knew his roots Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk Truckin diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little fellow, run and go play Take your butt to school or else you`ll have to be like us one day" I didn`t understand, but I tried to get a job While all the players got the girls cause they`d hustle and rob I was like makin `bout 1-50 a week And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat
And I know I can be better than this I gotta get me a car, man I gotta get a girl
I know I can do it out there, man I`m finna go for it, man I gotta get some money Word
[ VERSE 2 ] Streets of anger, trouble and crime I had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime But I never let another player see me down I kept my front up, my gear clean Even when checkin minor green Brothers knew my game was true So I hooked up with the real crew That knew excactly what to do Bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools Pimpin hoes on the block Checkin cash non-stop Crack spots, armor with interior bars No lie, I used to own `bout 15 cars Every piece Fila made Drape my women in suede Pavet Piaget, Cesar`s Palace holidays It was on, crazy out of control We made up the word `ballin`, that was how we rolled But the FBI had a-whole-nother idea It`s called multiple indictments for hundreds of years
What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah.. Spike 35 to life? Nah, don`t tell me B.O.`s dead, man I don`t wanna hear that, man I was just with him
[ VERSE 3 ] The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young Listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun I get phone calls from condemned row Brothers I ran with, brothers I really know They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen You`re the one that got away, don`t wanna see you in" They tell me, "Tell the little homies the deal Don`t let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel" I marched two million strong in D.C. Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me Damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise And bein black ain`t easy, prejudice is real But health and liberty is all we need for us to build We gotta come together, unseparated Check yourself like I did, blackman, because we`re all related
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