[C-Murder]
Let me see them 3's, put em up
This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world
or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice
(f*** the world n**** you got a choice)
on whether they wanted to be there or not
In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street
(ya heard me?)
Chorus: C-Murder
It's been a long time since a n**** showed me love
I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a n**** blood
It's been a long time since a n**** showed me love
but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a n**** blood
[C-Murder]
I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes
and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them n***** I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young n**** at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, f*** the future cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and this s*** will never stop
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Two years I'm locked up like a b**** I'm boxed up
Hard times got me trapped n****, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal n**** don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me n**** serve me don't be like no busta
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues n****
I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get n****
You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat
Cause real life ain't on TV n****, real life is on the street beotch
Chorus 2X
[C-Murder]
It's been a long m*********** time since a n**** showed me love
C-Murder, C-P-3-killer
Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young n*****, will age well
Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know
It's war crimes baby, takin over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business
Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto
Will I die I don't know baby
It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs
So I just say to all the young n***** out there
goin through what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your head high
and keep your heat low, ya heard me?
{*fades out*}
Let me see them 3's, put em up
This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world
or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice
(f*** the world n**** you got a choice)
on whether they wanted to be there or not
In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street
(ya heard me?)
Chorus: C-Murder
It's been a long time since a n**** showed me love
I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a n**** blood
It's been a long time since a n**** showed me love
but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a n**** blood
[C-Murder]
I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes
and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them n***** I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young n**** at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, f*** the future cause I'm usedta
doin what I'm doin right now, and this s*** will never stop
Chorus
[C-Murder]
Two years I'm locked up like a b**** I'm boxed up
Hard times got me trapped n****, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal n**** don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me n**** serve me don't be like no busta
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues n****
I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get n****
You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat
Cause real life ain't on TV n****, real life is on the street beotch
Chorus 2X
[C-Murder]
It's been a long m*********** time since a n**** showed me love
C-Murder, C-P-3-killer
Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young n*****, will age well
Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know
It's war crimes baby, takin over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business
Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto
Will I die I don't know baby
It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs
So I just say to all the young n***** out there
goin through what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your head high
and keep your heat low, ya heard me?
{*fades out*}