Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No More, artist - DJ Drama. Date of issue: 03.12.2007
Song language: English
No More |
| Yeah, Willie The Kid |
| Bright lights, street lights |
| Summertime in apartment 409, |
| Had to clean up the kitchen with 409, |
| It Was cookin up work, while my granny at work |
| My big cause he ain understand me at first, |
| He said, the court room or the casket, |
| I’m like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit, |
| The street lights where I found my strength |
| Be with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifth |
| Let’s go |
| I lost my daddy at a early age, |
| Told my mama don’t cry for me, |
| If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be, |
| But that’s in my dreams, back to reality, |
| Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won’t have to live this street life, |
| No more, No More No |
| Just gotta learn to deal with problems, |
| If you’re young and from slum with no father, |
| Got killed when you was little, still got mama, |
| She try to tell him go to school, but why bother |
| When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em |
| Seems the stars get farther and farther |
| Out of my reach, out of these streets, |
| Will they ever make it big |
| Cause I lost my daddy at a early age, |
| Told my mama don’t cry for me, |
| If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be, |
| But that’s in my dreams, back to reality, |
| Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won’t have to live this street life, |
| No more, No More No |
| I ain’t ashamed to say that I shed a tear |
| Thinkin bout my dad I wish I had him back, |
| I’d give up everything just to have him here, |
| After this storm and rain I have no fear, |
| Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong, |
| I know it won’t be long until we’ll be together again, foreal |
| I’m livin' for the moment |
| If I could turn back the days |
| Sure, you could turn this back |
| Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker |
| Daddy wasn’t in the crib, dat made me tougher |
| Momma struggled with the bills, Dat made me stuff up |
| Powder in a sack, which made me dumber |
| Now I’m standin on the corner, bag full of Marijuana, Crack |
| Pistol my pocket for anybody who disrespect |
| In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers, kick it at |
| My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I’m goin' in |
| Haaaa, bet dat I’m a stretch that, backish to this rappers |
| Show these niggas what I’m best at |
| Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that |
| Years later, oh now you see what my heads at |
| Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at |
| You keep on hatin', you’ll be layin' where the dead at |
| You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that |
| If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon respect that |
| Oh yeah |
| I lost my daddy at a early age, |
| Told my mama don’t cry for me, |
| If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be, |
| But that’s in my dreams, back to reality, |
| Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won’t have to live this street life, |
| No more, No More No |
| Guess, this is my life |
| And I wanna live it right |
| I don’t wanna run the streets no more, no |