Testo Life As A Shorty - Shyheim
Testo della canzone Life As A Shorty (Shyheim), tratta dall'album The Lost Generation
Thug niggas bounce to this
Only thug niggas bounce to this, word up
I don't want no fruitcake-ass Milli Vanilli niggas
Bouncin' to this shit right here, word up
Strictly hardcore only, check it
Gun shots, they travel throughout my projects quickly
I stay thuggin', but pray to God that none hits me
Me and my peoples, we swarm in packs
Some rap, others sell crack to get stacks
Of the green paper, we move makers
Lex and Land Cruisers takers, block vacators
Thugs that run five acres of land
Flooded with dealers who kill for grams
It's the street life, baby, you wouldn't understand
I've been gettin' my hustle on since the age of ten
Left it alone for a while, but here I go again
'Cause recreation programs ain't makin' me no grands
So much stress on my mind, I could just kill a man
I never knew my old dad, when I was young he broke out
That's when my moms got smoked out and I took the street route
I hung around the real gangstas, players and hustlers
I guess they liked my style a lot, so they took a little nigga
Under the wing, eventually I started slingin' white shit
No time for school 'cause the hours didn't mix
I stayed up late at night, most times I didn't even sleep
That's how I got caught off guard and sold a dime to the beast
They offered me a one to three, ha-ha, I'll do a bullet
Traded in my Guess for greens, that's how the state do it
Up north it ain't no joke, you get your motherfuckin' throat slit
So when you in the pen, I don't be actin' like no biatch
I'm 17 now and eligible for parole
I see the board in a month, hopefully I'll be home
I'm kinda anxious, I ain't seen my friends in a year
My moms OD'd, and when I think about it, it brings tears
But I'm a young man that gotta change his lifestyle
Get a job and calm down, it ain't easy as it sounds
I gotta have the fast money, flippin' burgers every day
Up in the townhouse, I get it slingin' yay
Anybody in my way I'm blastin', fuck the beast
'Cause it's war up on these streets, north, south, west to east
All my niggas in the struggle, hold your head and get the cream
Big guns, money and pussy be the US ghetto dream
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Writer(s): Shyheim Franklin, Wu-tang Clan, A. Gilmour
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