Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trying To Make It Through, artist - Benzino. Date of issue: 21.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trying To Make It Through |
| Fam Base |
| All my thugs say |
| Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks |
| I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches |
| I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do |
| Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew |
| A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box |
| You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx |
| And I, You really don’t want none from Pac |
| Cause I’ll be strapped wit a glock |
| And throw thangs like I’m born to box |
| I’ll hit this motherfuckin gin then I’ll be all in Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin |
| And everybody wants to see if I’m a g weighin 185 |
| And I’m high 'til I fuckin die |
| Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck |
| Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set |
| But now I’m full cause I’m tipsy and I filla |
| Nigga tryin to see if I’m a killa |
| Cmon |
| If my pain don’t speak my story, If these words don’t speak my soul |
| If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go Is it the only thing that’s constant is a change that’s overdue? |
| If they fault me for my attitude, I’m just tryin to make it through |
| It’s Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage |
| Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page |
| I been on my lelow, Time is layin in the cut |
| Waitin for feds and snitches to move, Nigga what? |
| I’m a smooth nigga but, I’m extra deadly |
| I’m 45 minutes of gangster medley’s |
| I’m a crook, You the heart beat, Master the theft |
| Steal everything but air, I won’t take ya breath |
| Y’all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve |
| Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved |
| I’m a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label |
| Fuck wit ray, And nigga you will duck a table |
| Corrupt mob, Nigga we bounce from the jake’s |
| Tryin to turn into key’s, The ounces we take |
| I’m a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla |
| Wit the calico’s cocked, You fuckin wit a killa |
| Don’t you ever think for a minute I wasn’t comin back |
| Makaveli would never be on a Shady track |
| How could you ever insinuate the inprobable? |
| The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible? |
| Runnin through these industry niggaz like I was Ray Lewis |
| Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music |
| Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day? |
| Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday |
| We up in houston where niggaz like the gunplay |
| And everybody’s shootin, I’m a universal hood nigga, Me and Bumpy put it down |
| Wit Makaveli, These niggaz wasn’t even around |
| What’s the difference between ya niggaz and mine? |
| We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time |