Tytuł: Growing Up

• Wykonawca: Turk
• Wyświetleń: 462

[Mickey]
  I ain't nothin but a hustler, I raised like that
  Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that
  Ol' G's taught us game, we was made like that
  Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac
  Laid flat
  My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin
  Me and brother didn't like tha way my mother was (?)
  So we promised to get my momma out
  Betta car, betta house
  And if daddy ain't gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse
  I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life
  No heat, no light at tha crib at night
  Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night
  Cause them fiends'll try to steal yo life
  Muthafucka this Chicago
  Everything I live for, I die for
  Cash Money tha click I'll ride for
  Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me
  Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey
  Cash Money Millionaires nigga
  
  [Hook(Turk)]
  Growing up was hard in them project bricks
  I ain't gone even lie dawg I ain't neva had shit
  It was hard dawg wit out a father figure
  Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga
  
  [Christina]
  Nigga I'm from city where niggaz gang bang and shit
  Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit
  I tote em quick and make chickens get over
  Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over
  Shit I'm not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin
  Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin
  Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto
  Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow
  Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto
  Slimmy's pack simmy's, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto
  Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart
  Hit tha roach, don't smoke, it'll have u senseless in tha ghetto
  Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto
  I'm glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto
  True divas neva settle for tha ghetto
  Come on, and that's real Cash Money nigga
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Turk]
  Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard
  Couldn't keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn't have funds
  In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn't have air
  Daddy wasn't even around like he didn't even care
  I ain't gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off
  At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn't at all
  Used to keep a pair of tenny's for atleast 6 months
  When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up
  Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock
  Didn't have no telephone or no cable box
  Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live
  One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal
  Livin on welfare and my momma's pray
  Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell
  Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin
  up
  
  [Hook]