Текст песни Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Chris, Spar - State Property Soundtrack
Beanie Sigel, Freeway, Young Chris, Spar - State Property Soundtrack слова песни
* send corrections to the typistChorus(Sigel)I know it`s hard in every hood I knowStruggle in every ghetto I knowBut not like the one I knowI see the law in every hood I goThey throw metal in every hood I knowBut not like the one I know(Oschino)We all started innocentEating Reese`s PiecesI was young, then wearing 5 star AlesesBullet in ya gut a have a bag catch ya feces20 months, vision quest, sleeping in a tepeeSince my dad died, attitude worsenedThat`s why I stole cars before I could write cursiveThousand miles from being rich, stuck on my grindTry to sale nickel bags like Louie BatonI`m young, I`m good, best shape of my lifeOne shot from big shit a blow you out of ya NikesOnly a dick head wouldn`t wanna be richAnd do his car like school and drop out in the 6You could look at my wrist, It wasn`t shit on itBut I was determined to get a little gliss on emThe 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on emAnd every bitch that was fronting, I`ma piss on em[Beanie Sigel]My hood dogLike any average oneYou know the dirty kids on the block having funHand to hand is how the grams is slungIn tanned Timberlands and (?) until them vans a comeIt`s all good nowBut you remember those latter daysThem tubleware, soul food platter daysThat was ya mom little hustle on a SaturdaysBack then, when it really didn`t matter daysYou would take that beatingCause you wasn`t trying to bethe only one who missed the house party on the weekendKnowing that them project chicks was in there freakingGrinding off "As We Lay"Walk with me yallBack in the Day, you and ya man slap tapping awayPitching chains, playing craps everydayGetting high on the blockGreen bottles of private stock2 dollar 40`sSparks tell ya story[Chorus][Sparks]I come up fragile and timidPressed to the limit12 years old, no householdfrom the start I was finishedDisowned by the biologicalsAnd adopted by rolling stones on corners, sipping ThunderbirdBanging needles and pushing stolen RegalsAnd with no hoe and no money, layered my hunger pains daily with rice and gravyStuck between a rock and a hard spot as a juvenileJust made me wanna holla "Lord help me"But I had will powerStole a burner from Uncle LesterAnd that .22 long blossomed to wild flowerNow when I enter rooms the conversation stopAnd them cock suckers whisperThese faggots ain`t got no cahunasSo if they so much as touch meI cock back and put like bananas on them mokey motherfuckersShow no love for these cock suckersWeepingWho can`t deal with life situations cause that`s money to meUhhMurder[Freeway]Now who am ILittle nigga named Free from the hoodWhat I doMake a living, make a killing in the hoodWhat I`m trying to do nowGet my children out the hoodBefore the ATF start comingplot, plot onNow who am ILittle nigga named Free from the blockWhat I doMake a living , make a killing on the blockWhat I`m trying to do nowGet my children off the blockAnd my real niggas, if they coming, clique come on