- Juelz Santana This Is Me 歌詞
- Juelz Santana
- Man, first
I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean?
We just tryin to stay above water
Feel me? I mean,
I speak for the
Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin?
ShitLock into this time an lock out, always
I mean aint nothin promised to niggaz like us
You know?Just another day, another dollar
Now look what you got, another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill, a brother pay, a brother holla
Watch em, they creepin, another raid, another copper
Aw, man, another case, another lock-up
What? Another bail, know that cake better pop up
Yup, thats just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through
You know, some niggaz day to day pitch, they local
An some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal
An some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I dont honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
An puffin weed makes my actions switch
Im at the window with the pistol
Like Malcolm, aint that a bitch?
An Im paranoid, paranoid but still
I got to get it
Got to have it, make it happen, boy
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the
Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before
I wakeI pray the
Lord, my soul to take
Anmay this song play all the way
An if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit
I ever wrote, this is me
An if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit
I ever wrote, this is me
Look now, another dead, another born
Vice versa, another here, another gone
Pay attention, another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower goin on
Get it, huh, thats just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it,
I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
An if your coke weak, cut it with
Bo PeepI swear fiendsll chase that high for four weeks
Plus Im still dealin with the day to day beef
An stress, hunger, patience, the day to day basics
Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit, look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, cant get jobs
Niggaz gettin money, actin like they cant get robbed
An that dont mix
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the
Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before
I wakeI pray the
Lord, my soul to take
An may this song play all the way
An if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit
I ever wrote, this is me
An if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit
I ever wrote, this is me
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