Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back 2 Life , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Release date: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back 2 Life , by - Cocoa Brovaz. Back 2 Life |
| To all my peeps locked down, comin back 2 life |
| I know it’s been a mega zone, since I sen’t you this kite |
| But I had to K.I.M., you know the city don’t sleep |
| Put 50 cents in your commisary, reach you next week |
| The streets still in a shamble, since we last broke bread |
| And Baby Ra got left, O.T. |
| two in the head |
| Seen Black cop the ack, you know his numbers ain’t match |
| He still runnin tack jobs from the days of way back |
| And look at Jose, is wild now, gave birth to my first child |
| And they move John back to the Isle |
| Still tryin to hold my dough to see mom straight |
| Gotta scribe from Jahard said he maxed a rapper’s weight |
| For a rep to 5−10, before we lock in |
| Askin how’s my rappin, wanna know if I’m still boxin |
| In the center that’s the sum, now he been gone for 12 summers |
| Round the same time a vapor leather b bombers |
| For the love of money, Red is facin a 8−20 |
| Could of had a 1−3 but the streets were hot and days were sunny |
| Some niggas stayin runnin for the love of money |
| Went up to Antarc, slick mix sergeant country |
| A god a scribe from the god foundation |
| Same thing nuthin changed, he’s maintainin |
| Just takin every day, he stay inside in stride |
| Build a whip, a tard, a nepher, trying to stay alive |
| Tell the god Ja Rule, I’m comin to see him in the fu' |
| Next V.I., soon as I finish takin care of B. I |
| I see why that nigga Kay be ready to flip |
| But let him know Rhino’s home, fuckin wit the clique, shit |
| Imagine if Blueman was there, oh my god |
| I know that’s somethin for the ward and the fair |
| Oh yeah, if you bump into my nigga Rubble |
| Tell him me and his brother Sigh got the bundle when he come thru |
| Told ya moms, tell me stop shittin on me, take the block with my phone |
| Don’t forget about a dog when he away from home |
| You know I’m trying to blow, but I can still spread love |
| Cuz he been down for too long, and I ain’t seen him in the hood |
| Plus I always say I’ll visit, switch at the last minute |
| He respect and overstand that I’m takin care of business |
| But still ain’t all, he needs to accept these calls |
| The one you pass on your way, be the same one you fall |
| And that’s a fact that’s been proven till this day it don’t pay |
| To go against the grain and betray family |
| Plus I just seen Shack he said you change, actin funny |
| But he don’t even wet it, cuz he still gettin money |
| Son, I be straight, fuckin wit the day from when ya bitch show |
| Niggas be frontin, but I be reppin bad bro |
| You know the inside coincide with the out |
| When I come out, that’s half the things we talk about |
| To all my people lock down, comin back 2 life |
| We workin hard to bring you home, so we can do this right |
| I know it’s rough in the day, even rougher at night |
| Hold ya crown, cuz we ready, and we down to fight |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Black Trump | 1999 |
| Spanish Harlem | 1997 |
| Bucktown USA | 1997 |
| Get Up | 2001 |
| Gun Music ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2001 |
| Blown Away | 1997 |
| Dry Snitch | 1997 |
| Off the Wall | 1997 |
| That'z The Way Shit Iz ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 2003 |
| The Cash | 1997 |
| Hold It Down | 1997 |
| Won On Won | 1997 |
| Myah Angelow | 1997 |
| Memorial | 1997 |
| Game Of Life | 1997 |
| Every Rhyme I Write ft. Cocoa Brovaz | 1998 |
| It's a Party ft. Free, Nona Hendryx, Cocoa Brovaz | 1998 |