[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
(fuck the world nigga 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 nigga showed me love
I'mma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood
It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love
But I'mma make it even if I have to spill a nigga 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 niggas I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top
And will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta
Doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop
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
(fuck the world nigga 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 nigga showed me love
I'mma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood
It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love
But I'mma make it even if I have to spill a nigga 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 niggas I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top
And will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta
Doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop
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