Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'll Take You There, artist - Big Tymers. Album song Big Money Heavyweight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
I'll Take You There |
Now how can one get up off the spot |
God damn raise a family get up off the block |
Where the city dont love and they dont care |
but I will take you there |
Verse 1: (Mannie) |
tell the sister like blood |
little brother a thug |
and how to survive the cracks in the middle of the mud |
im the OG gangsta VL in the truth |
every nigga in my city kno how to hussle and shoot |
my lil homey got killed over a key and a pound |
so when i pump pump blood im a hold it down |
his sister and his moms when i come around |
showin love to the family when ya lose your ground |
(Baby) |
Wussup lil man had to write you a rap |
just to let u know this nigga still got yo back |
aint to much change still doin my shows |
stayin away from fake niggas and busta ass hoes |
but enough about me and everything in my world |
congrats lil dad heard u had a lil girl |
if theres anything they need and they ever in a jam |
dont hesatate to ask yall call ya fam |
Verse 2 (mannie) |
but can you see life roomin with no crack and pipe |
and no weed to smoke no Gs in sight |
and no cris to bust no wheels on bikes |
and no pussy to fuck nobody to like |
but can you see life roomin wit no money and goods |
big money heavyweights wit nobody to cook |
nobody to book |
nobody to look |
tryin to get back what motherfuckers they took |
(baby) |
all you see is that platinum shit |
a ghetto nigga on stage grabbin his dick |
but you dont know what i have seen |
from the bitches to the riches to the triple beams |
the project bricks the old school kicks |
the early mornin capers and the late night flicks |
but since i moved on things aint the same |
i chose rap you chose the game |
verse 3 (mannie) |
See your mom still strugglin you up in the pen |
but mom just wonderin when the end gon end |
when the guns gon stop from spinnin the bin |
or when the hood gon block the dope in the pen |
or when the light shot out you up in the park |
the white trunk out your homey got marked |
or every nigga that talk or rat in his heart |
or every nigga that talk should die in the dark |
(baby) |
i never forgot you and what we did |
and how we came up and where we lived |
im seven forever turn coke to never |
hard head til im dead until im bout my cheddar |
gotta get my ends wanna push a benz |
eat steak live great and raise my twins |
i cant believe im talkin to ya now that ya gone |
i luv ya bruh and this is my song |
(music fades to end) |