{Prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates} Intro This is for the hustlas, hustlas... -Refrain- That's the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (Pain) So much pain... This is for the hustlas, hustlas... Krayzie Come, follow me now back in the day/ We still was thuggin', nothin' changed/ Always into somethin', whatever, you name it/ Young thug with my niggas is one love/ Lil' bad-ass niggas Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ I might not have been on the scene, but you can believe I was in the picture, in the mixture/ Sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin'/ I'm lackin' everything you can imagine so I'm prayin', rappin' they'd get me outta this jam, damn just give me a chance I'll keep 'em dancin' (dancin') all night (all night) When times get harder and harder, my dreams got further and further away/ And nigga, I chased 'em, but couldn't catch 'em to save my life/ So now I'm thuggin' on this corner/ I gotta increase my financial status/ I chanced it, fuckin' with these rollers When they roll up/ Yeah, don't wanna be locked in no cell, but I also can't take strippings And be broke with no mail/ Oh, yes it's hell, and they say that gets easier But to me it only got deeper and deeper... -Refrain- Krayzie Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; Caught wit a 12 gauge/ Tryin' to come up with some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ Could've been my niggas fate/ Fuckin' with shotguns We out to rob some niggas/ I'm drunk/ I'm pumped/ I made a mistake and popped him Now he bleedin', I see blood/ Damn, get to the doctor/ Nigga, don't rest in peace/ Doctor's took him to emergency/ Coppers came and arrested me/ Not knowin' if my nigga had made it alive and was well, I tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin' like hell/ Praise to the Lord, and I hope you hear me, and I hope you feel me/ I didn't mean to, really, really/ I didn't mean it/ I know you seen it/ I finally spoke to my nigga/ He lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no charges/ Wait, the state done picked it up, and I gotta trial in a month, fuck/ And the judge ain't tryin' to give me no love Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug (up a thug) So now I'm cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin' down '71/ Ain't no fun... -Refrain- Krayzie Now I'm locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my sentence/ Now I can say that I've been here, but I sure ain't gon' come back here, uh-uh/ The day they release me I'm goin' home/ I can cope, but I can't adjust/ These fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts/ My last month I'm ready to move out, I'm sure/ Stay on the low; I listen to thug stories and be trippin' on niggas love stories/ I'm fin to get out of this muthafucker/ Heard 'em call out my name; 2-50-2-2-58 "Pack up your shit. It's your day" Jumped out my bunk/ Give all my shit to my niggas/ In fact, I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps/ I'm on the streets now/ Scene unchanged Niggas still the same/ I ain't fuckin' with you bustas cuz I'm tryin' to make a change/ I got with the real dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y'all/ So we had to chill on y'all/ Get out of Cleveland If we planned to achieve it/ So we planned it with Eazy on Greyhound and now we leavin'... -Refrain-
Confirmação de Idade
Este conteúdo é destinado a maiores de 18 anos, por conter material impróprio para menores.
Ao prosseguir, você declara que tem 18 anos ou mais e está autorizado a acessá-lo.