[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*}
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