Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be All You Can Be, artist - Mac. Date of issue: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Be All You Can Be |
| I got Fiend and Mac in here. |
| These soldiers, warriors |
| Know what I’m sayin? |
| And survivors know but |
| We’re in serious times |
| I said all our soldiers in the streets |
| Life ain’t always guaranteed |
| (There's no guarantee) |
| Some of this aimed for you and me |
| But it’s a ghetto war |
| So be all you can be |
| That’s why your big brother Fiend gon holler |
| And I really meant, I don’t wanna be here if I don’t gotta |
| Not tryin to discourage, a lotta |
| But look in my eyes |
| Even though we camouflaged I can’t disguise the pain we got |
| Inside |
| That’s why I ride all night |
| Smokin till I can’t smoke no more |
| Wanna forget some of the shit we saw |
| With that old dirty four oh |
| Wanna give money to the poor folk |
| But got one eighty and one quarter |
| Splitin that three ways |
| That’s between my momma, sister and her daughter |
| This life shit is way so serious |
| Don’t wanna question you Lord, but I’m so curious |
| I sleep amongst killers I don’t know who to trust |
| I meet beucoup bitches and now it’s cool to fuck |
| I made it from nothin to havin little change |
| Now niggas in my hood they look at me strange |
| I live for the moment cuz I’m afraid of my future |
| Don’t let me die, oh Lord why |
| I look myself in my eyes and I see why thugs cry |
| Shell shocked, I get that from my pops |
| And he told me keep it cocked, so I keep it cocked |
| Life is but a dream and we all seein |
| And if seein is believin, don’t wake me up this evening |
| Woah! |
| All I know, is I don’t wanna go |
| But I don’t wanna be here either |
| If I gotta be here killin and sellin dope |
| The world is a ghetto |
| And I be wonderin if y’all could be feelin my pain |
| Tryin to put it down the best way I know how |
| When I’m gone y’all can remember my name |
| If I die tomorrow, don’t be sorry |
| Let it be known I told the truth |
| And never know what’s gon happen when I’m done rappin |
| Doin my song, in this booth |
| And if I die, tell P he keeps my legacy alive |
| My chance was slim |
| And if it had to happen, let it be known |
| I’m glad it happened to me, instead of them |
| Now desperate times call for desperate measures |
| Ain’t no pleasure in killin |
| Ain’t no pleasure either in going without feedin for weeks |
| Have you ever had that feeling? |
| No guarantees, Lord please, can’t bring back the past |
| Can’t buy time either, so I guess what’s the use of havin cash? |
| And look now, penitentiary’s packed |
| With niggas who had dreams to be rich |
| Man spend a little bit, have a little something |
| Dead men can’t spend shit |
| I’ll trade some of this money for this pain |
| Trade some of this money for this fame |
| P nigga you think it’s easy dog |
| But it ain’t cuz I been with you throughout this game |
| I thought we could flip keys together |
| I thought we could make g’s together |
| Now I know what’s going on |
| I gotta make these dollars all night long |
| I thought you saw the bigger picture |
| How could you betray your closest nigga? |
| How can I ever trust you again? |
| Tell me, man |
| Yo Fiend, yo Mac |
| It’s real |
| Gotta be able to do it |
| So many niggas wanna see you fall dog |
| We gon ball y’all, for real |