Текст песни Big Nug f First Lady (Major Figgas) - Long Time Comin` 12"
Big Nug f First Lady (Major Figgas) - Long Time Comin` 12" слова песни
[Big Nug] - SpeakingAs I look back, and remember all the shit that`s happened to meI realize that...it`s been a long time coming...[Big Nug] - RappingIt was hard growin` up, where I livedOne bedroom apartment, Eight little kidsOne mother, no father, nigga was all coked upThinkin` back I might have even sold that nigga someAt school till three, Hit the corners till twoPart of the family, Helped me deal wit da shit I went throughNo promise, a prison with no escapeGrowing up in a drugland of poverty and rapeMy picture is still on the wall at all the police stationsAll the post offices, Nation-wide, I was braisinA lil` kid, Too dumb to stay out of troubleA knucklehead, thought by my Moms to be lovableSo much potential, but without a fuckin` causeEager to be the cat to break all the fuckin` lawsMy best friend was Mary, And that ain`t no chickGina was the name of the girl used to suck my dick, anywayTime passed and I got olderFather of three children, Not even twenty-one or olderTurned to the streets to keep a nigga soberLike a shoulder, Except I couldn`t lean overWhat a life, Now I push around in a Red Range RoverTake my girl to eat lunches at Dober, Kid`s off the streetThe struggle is over[First Lady] - RappingWasn`t shit hard...The way our life turned aroundWasn`t shit hard...How we had to survive on that groundWasn`t shit hard...Tryin` to hold shit downIt`s been a long time comin`, As I look back where I`m from andWasn`t shit hard...Buyin` dubs wit stampsWasn`t shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lampsWasn`t shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem antsIt`s been a long time comin`, As I look back where I`m from and[Big Nug] - RappingI still remember that day, Meetin` wit record execsOutside of the office, Took a hit and a deep breathNever thought rappin` could bring me so muchAlways thought the rap game was too hard to touchIt`s too muchFor me to sit back and think, About my life, it`s old directionAnd how I was on the brink, Of losin` my headNot givin` a fuck about work, But insteadChillin` wit my peoples all day long, If I wasn`t signed by ChrisI would have been done writing songsPut it out strong, My mother used to sayAnd maybe one day, You`ll be able to stayLegit, Leave behind all this thug shitMy mother never thought I was ever comin` homeFeared my ass was iced and aloneCuz didn`t nobody say shit in my hood when they saw itThink about black folks, We the last to call itAnd all these corny rappers talkin` boutIn west Philadelphia born and raisedMake it sound like paradise, Like Philly life should be praisedYo ma[First Lady] - TalkingSup nigga[Big Nug] - TalkingRemember dem days[First Lady] - RappingNo doubt, When niggas used to steal my mail andSell it back to me, No meaning of lifeCuz if I had that they`d take that from meWorkin` three jobs to feed my kidsWhile my baby father ran off with some trickOh I remember[Big Nug] - RappingThem days when it was hard to keep it realIt`s been a long time coming coming, From not knowing about my next meal[First Lady] - RappingWasn`t shit hard...The way our life turned aroundWasn`t shit hard...How we had to survive on that groundWasn`t shit hard...Tryin` to hold shit downIt`s been a long time comin`, As I look back where I`m from andWasn`t shit hard...Buyin` dubs wit stampsWasn`t shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lampsWasn`t shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem antsIt`s been a long time comin`, As I look back where I`m from and[First Lady] - RappingWasn`t shit hard...The way our life turned aroundWasn`t shit hard...How we had to survive on that ground