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Songtext/Lyrics Been A Long Time - von C-Murder
 [C-Murder] Let me see them 3's, put em up This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice (fuck the world nigga you got a choice) on whether they wanted to be there or not In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street (ya heard me?) Chorus: C-Murder It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood [C-Murder] I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time? I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop Chorus [C-Murder] Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed up Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no busta These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues nigga I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get nigga You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch Chorus 2X [C-Murder] It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love C-Murder, C-P-3-killer Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age well Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know It's war crimes baby, takin over the world Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto Will I die I don't know baby It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs So I just say to all the young niggaz out there goin through what I went through, there's a way out So keep your head high and keep your heat low, ya heard me? {*fades out*} Songtext zuletzt geändert von: |
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