Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stayin 4Eva , by - Benzino. Release date: 29.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stayin 4Eva |
| In the studio all night makin’hits |
| since you claim I don’t right I’m a put it like this |
| Benzino shit tight when I flex my wrists |
| check the publishing dawg I gets checks for this |
| and the public gonna love with the check for this |
| motivated by the hate you better check the list |
| shit’s climbin’homeboy you better check these whips |
| fully loaded with a tech two extra clips |
| now it wasn’t really that long ago |
| when I put it down with my team almighty R.S.O. |
| hustler by night make beats in the day |
| had that thing under the bed if you fuck with Ray |
| damn shame why we gotta live this way |
| protect my life by any means I ain’t dyin’today |
| and I love rap music it’s the reason I’m alive |
| and my faith in God is the reason I survive what |
| I’m prayin’forever |
| I gotta find another way up ain’t no way I’ll ever give up |
| I’m stayin’forever |
| and there ain’t nothin’holdin’me down |
| ain’t no way to count me out |
| Not too many chose the path that young Zino took |
| where the R.S.O. |
| or Made Men cats we shook |
| I find it hard to believe that dawg’s still livin' |
| let alone makin’music and I in prison |
| Destiny’s some shit you can’t avoid |
| build a solid foundation and you can’t destroy |
| Me Jeff and JD we keepin’it real |
| we stay-in homeboys fuck a record deal |
| shit don’t move less you got somethin’to prove |
| caught up in the streets go gun for gun |
| since day one I know I stack a million plus |
| maintain keep my cash flow up bumble and sickly |
| still got my .38 with me and my gangsta tight |
| like invincible shit get critical |
| you face I ain’t feelin’you |
| dead upon arrival it’s all about survival |
| I’m a rep for my title |
| Dead before dishonor I’m a scream it loud |
| put in work Four Corners where I move the crowd |
| undenied my dawg’s were the best around |
| media constantly tryin’to test my ground |
| attitude real 'noyed my trust is gone |
| temper always flare up my patience worn |
| association’s a bitch when you known by all |
| conspiracy with a snitch wanna see me fall |
| Raw shit revoke I don’t seem to ever learn my lesson |
| Hayes blowin’out the roof spray envy and blessin' |
| Ray face the truth when niggas start confessin' |
| hot up in the booth I hope I answered all your questions |
| Ain’t no way to count me out |
| I’m gon’be here for you babe |
| we gotta find a way out |
| ain’t no way I’ll ever give up |