Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Had It All , by - Raw Breed. Song from the album Blood, Sweat & Tears, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2005
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Had It All , by - Raw Breed. Song from the album Blood, Sweat & Tears, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопI Had It All |
| I had it all before my fault, yo I had it all |
| I was rich but now I’m poor, looking for a score |
| But things don’t last forever never, whatever |
| But that I’m recalling yo! |
| When I had it all |
| I had it all,, capitals, hustle gratitude |
| Desperado, Untouchables, scrambling casual |
| Trife borough, left rap we’re stacking thorough |
| Late night, the sun up, my crew crazy come up |
| From the ashes with more dope to feed the masses |
| From Calabasas to NYC, we’re massive |
| I want the million, out of state we make the killings |
| kings, the caught me the in, now we’re chilling |
| But no feeling, those cream they got me illing |
| My paranoia, they sniff me any minute |
| My mind twisted, my whole crew they acting different |
| The ain’t the same, no love but it’s the game |
| Things changed, I think I’m going insane |
| Street fame, one time they know my name |
| The APB, I think they’re coming after me (damn) |
| My world ended, come to now we’re |
| My man said it, «you run the streets, you bound to get it» |
| And now I’m heading upstate behind the |
| I had it all before my fault, yo I had it all |
| I was rich but now I’m poor, looking for a score |
| But things don’t last forever never, whatever |
| But that I’m recalling yo! |
| When I had it all |
| A-yo, I had all the papers, caught the with the cash |
| For yo' it didn’t last, that was a past now I’m asked |
| How lil' Jack? |
| Thinking 'bout when I had it |
| But I pawned my girl’s chain and so my leather jacket |
| Dammit! |
| It seems like the walls closing in |
| Got no again, out hustling |
| Wondering, bugging, when the next money’s coming |
| I’m on the street running, it seems I’m always struggling |
| Word life! |
| Something wrong with the picture? |
| Rock-bottom hit ya, the next man get richer |
| Yo, I be the alcoholic with the bottle in the alley |
| Drowning on my sorrows, why my mama had me? |
| Cream in stacks butter leather’s on my back |
| But I’m falling through the cracks and every day same, black |
| What’s going on? |
| I want it back, word is bond |
| Never realized all the things I had 'till it’s gone |
| And all y’all out there that got a lil' something |
| Best to keep on hustling, all one day you’ll have nothing |
| Stop fronting, with the truth |
| Yo, I be living proof the brothers sleeping on the roof |
| Loosing mad ways, sometimes I don’t eat y’all |
| Thinking back on the forth, the day I had it all |
| I had it all before my fault, yo I had it all |
| I was rich but now I’m poor, looking for a score |
| But things don’t last forever never, whatever |
| But that I’m recalling yo! |
| When I had it all |