| I ain’t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that
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| Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that
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| Ol' G’s taught us game, we was made like that
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| Cross the family, ya get sprayed wit a mac, laid flat
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| My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin
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| Me and brother didn’t like the way my mother was copin
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| So we promised to get my momma out
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| Betta car, betta house
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| And if daddy ain’t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse
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| I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life
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| No heat, no light at the crib at night
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| Stay strapped, gat attached next to my ribs at night
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| Cause them fiends’ll try to steal yo life
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| Muthafucka this Chicago
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| Everything I live for, I die for
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| Cash Money the click I’ll ride for
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| Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn’t fuckin wit me
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| Now the whole workld in love wit Mickey
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| Cash Money Millionaires nigga
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| Growing up was hard in them project bricks
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| I ain’t gone even lie dawg I ain’t neva had shit
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| It was hard dawg wit out a father figure
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| Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga
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| Nigga I’m from city where niggas gang bang and shit
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| Up on the corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit
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| I tote em quick and make chickens get over
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| Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked the fuck over
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| Shit I’m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin
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| Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin
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| Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto
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| Leg, back, arms, ice up to the elbow
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| Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in the ghetto
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| Slimmy’s pack simmy’s, squeeze 50 in the ghetto
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| Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart
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| Hit the roach, don’t smoke, it’ll have you senseless in the ghetto
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| Cuz niggas will beat you senseless in the ghetto
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| I’m glad I moved my mom to the ponds, out the palms of the ghetto
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| True divas neva settle for the ghetto
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| Come on, and that’s real Cash Money nigga
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| Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard
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| Couldn’t keep up wit the Jones, cuz we didn’t have funds
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| In the summer it was hot, cuz we didn’t have air
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| Daddy wasn’t even around like he didn’t even care
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| I ain’t gon' lie, sometimes I used to get pissed off
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| At my momma like it was her fault but it wasn’t at all
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| Used to keep a pair of tennis for at least six months
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| When they got scuffed up, we just patched 'em up
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| Had to be inside early, yeah I punched the clock
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| Didn’t have no telephone or no cable box
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| Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live
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| One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal
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| Livin on welfare and my momma’s pray
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| Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell
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| Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up
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| Times was heard for me dawg growin up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Growing Up , by - Turk. Song from the album Young & Thuggin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп