Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stay Focused , by - Do Or Die. Song from the album Victory, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 24.10.2005
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Stay Focused |
| God help me out here |
| Cause I’m off my square |
| Please show me love, cause they don’t care |
| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view |
| And I can still feel you |
| God help me out here |
| Cause I’m off my square |
| Please show me love, cause they don’t care |
| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view |
| And I can still feel you |
| (Verse 1, Belo) |
| Ridin' late night, on Roosevelt road |
| Half a moon, still chilly, so I put on my coat |
| Lookin' up at the stars, so I grabbed a Newport |
| Ch-chhh… then a conversation started… |
| «God are you listenin', cuz I’m feelin' a little awkward |
| One of my oldest brothers died, and I feel I’m going backwards |
| Just a little confused, so I need some spiritual guidance |
| And if I can’t add it, then I won’t divide it |
| And if I can’t seek it, then I won’t find it |
| But my homie got killed, what should I do? |
| Hold on, I got revenge, his time is due |
| The pain is un-explainable, keep my eyes on You |
| I position, talkin' crazy, should I blast or stay cool?» |
| Damn… I gotta stay focused |
| (Hook, Belo) |
| God help me out here |
| Cause I’m off my square |
| Please show me love, cause they don’t care |
| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view |
| And I can still feel you |
| God help me out here |
| Cause I’m off my square |
| Please show me love, cause they don’t care |
| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view |
| And I can still feel you |
| (Verse 2, Chilla) |
| I gots to give all mine, to the capital, G-O-D |
| Because without Him, there’d be no me |
| And plenty times I was tempted in the past |
| To ask my daddy, was it his? |
| But my shorty’s never trip, this house and Caddy’s for the kids |
| Pray they carry on, even when I’m buried and gone |
| Bussin' and chillin', feelin' every area wrong |
| At thirteen wit' a bud habbit |
| And never learned shit, but how to toke B’s and drug traffic |
| My biggest fear was bein' sober |
| Keep duckers from jackin' and gettin' over |
| Plus we mack’s in the back of the green Nova |
| I’m labeled sniper, had 'em fallin' fo' they saw the beam |
| Don’t make me strike, and leave 'em hopin' that it was all dream |
| But nah it ain’t, homies been scopin' ya all day |
| Now what’s the outcome from smokin' shawtay? |
| Seem like death is gettin' in me |
| I can feel it when the coppers stake out (Can you hear me) |
| Yeah sometimes, but sometimes I blank out |
| It’s kinda blurry tryina pick ya homies and kick the snakes out |
| They only wit’cha when ya dishin' the bank out |
| But fuck that, I’m stayin focused |
| (Hook, Belo) |
| God help me out here |
| Cause I’m off my square |
| Please show me love, cause they don’t care |
| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view |
| And I can still feel you |
| God help me out here |
| Cause I’m off my square |
| Please show me love, cause they don’t care |
| Peepin' out the po-po through my rear-view |
| And I can still feel you |
| (Verse 3, AK) |
| Release these demons, secretly be kept, and locked inside of me |
| Hauntin' me for years, and even added to my diary |
| «Murder was the Case», that left this nigga in an abandoned building |
| When the Lord come and get me, I’ll be ready and willing |
| Enough with the killin', Lord please, I’m down on my knees |
| I saw him at ease, it’s either or I’m ready to leave |
| But pick up ya sleeve, you chosen me to carry the weight |
| I pain and I ate, forgive my sins and open the Gate |
| I’m knowin' bout fate, you gave me love and all that’cha got |
| Been blessed with a shot, I took the homie then use a rock |
| What chances I got? |
| Love sippin' Hen and smokin' on Pot |
| Put my seed into this world, and I’m tyin' the knot |
| I’m tyin' the knot |
| (Verse 4, N.A.R.D.S) |
| Thug changes, day in, day out |
| The same game in this |
| While we keep treatin' eachother like we was strangers |
| One of my homies from the block, same game in this |
| Found dead at seventeen, now he’s a memory |
| Hopin' that when it’s my time, you’ll remember me |
| Keep yo eyes and closed tight for the cold world |
| All I can vision is the pain of my old girl |
| Lookin' down and don’t fall in the same line |
| Fuck ya locked up in the pen for the same crime |
| I fought the world, for the smaller ones to climb rocks |
| And when yo daddy dead and gone, don’t you ever stop |
| Hold ya head up high, baby move on |
| Cause I been fightin' against the world on the same song |
| Same song, thug changes, day in, day out |
| The same game in this |
| While we keep treatin' eachother like we was strangers |
| One of my homies from the block, same game in this |
| Same game in this, thug changes, keep ya head up |
| Stay focused |