| Sometimes I ask myself, what is life like
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| What would I be without this rap, without a mic life
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| Or will I die young, like my partna Mike like
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| Won’t get to see my girl grow, and see what a wife’s like
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| But my life’s alright, no I ain’t finished yet
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| I just got started, I ain’t ready to end it yet
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| I’m 24 years old, I ain’t even beginned it yet
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| I just started having money, I ain’t got a chance to spend it yet
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| I wanna be a millionaire, but I’m losing my life line
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| My ticket out this ghetto, is for me to write rhymes
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| I know I can get this money, if I write rhymes
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| Opportunity knocked for me, at the right time
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| Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bullshit
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| Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits
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| God pulled my card quick, nope no more pain mayn
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| Sunshine for now, no more rain mayn
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| I grew up around a bunch of gang bangers, and caine slangers
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| Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers
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| Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood
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| Proud of my block, everyday fought for the hood
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| Stand up kid, ain’t too many did what I did
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| Saw half the shit I saw, or lived like I lived
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| When my mama went to work, my brother went to work
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| In the kitchen, pyrex shifting till it hurt
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| I watched him grind, fascinated by the cash
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| Patiently waiting, for my time to mash
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| Never tagged along, see I had my own gang
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| We had our own ideas, on how to get this change
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| We did our own thang, small time hustling
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| Some young niggas, never asking for nothing
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| It ain’t take us long, to peep what’s going on
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| The broke niggas was weak, while the rich was strong we got it on
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| By all means I had to get it, I’m a hustler black
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| This rap thing what I dreamed, don’t wanna fuck with crack
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| But damn, being broke I can’t fuck with that
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| And being po' ain’t what I hoped, so I hustled stack
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| Have nuts have money, that’s the code in these streets
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| And when my money got low, I was holding the heat
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| I’m just a young nigga living, trying to sip and ball
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| And even though these streets wet, I can’t slip and fall
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| I ran with killas pull triggas, up out they stacks fo'
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| And if they broke, they hitting your back do' with the Mackno
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| Fuck worrying bout haters, cause that’ll freeze em up
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| That’s what the heat is for, guaranteed to heat em up
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| These streets bad and yeah lil' daddy, from has-fect
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| A young nigga could lose his life, over a glass set
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| It’ll take a cell in a jail, for us to do some mad thinking
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| That’s how it is that’s how it go, I know it’s sad ain’t it
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| You gotta know, that you can’t take your life for granted
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| Cause it’s a loaded game, out here on this lifeless planet
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| Smoke till my eyes get slanted, just to focus better
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| Thinking over pass times, when I wrote this letter
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| I just hope it gets better, for the future’s sake
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| Trying not to make the mistakes, that I use to make
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| Been out in the streets, since the age of 17
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| And witnessed all type of bullshit, most have never seen
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| Damn near homeless, I slept on flo’s slept in cars
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| Been through all kind of battles, nigga just check my scars
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| My backgrounds my resume, and my repitwa
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| That’s why I walk the way I talk nigga, and wreck this hard
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| Please God, no more rainy days just sunshine
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| Cause me and my homies tired, of ducking one times
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| If I could I promise, I will put this gun down
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| But how can I, when I’m a soldier on the frontline |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's So (feat. Lil Mel, Chris Ward & Killa Kyleon) , by - Slim Thug. Song from the album Boyz-N-Blue, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп