Lil Scrappy - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live (2006) by Lil Scrappy (보컬) on maniadb.com

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) Soon as I hit the crowd gone yell

(I'm back) Hotter than a nigga in hell
(I'm back) I know you sick so I'm wishin' you well
(I'm back) Run, hide and tuck in your tail
(I'm back) As soon as I touch it the crowd gone yell
(Well I'm back)

Click-clack the prince is back
Even though I been here I still owe yall that
Nigga been low keep but I'm off the rap
Had to get some new bullets and some even bigger guns

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Here we go)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
Growin' up on Section A, momma in the otha room cryin'
Cuz she got bills to pay, and it ain't no chores to play
Only thang outside is a sand box and a gate to hate
And the show ain't gon' show money, soul of a show money
Only thang around town, Brooklyn is dat dope money (Livin' in the projects)
Dem boys on the corna, and they pockets gittin' stronga
Momma did it fo' the hunger
We sold about a hundred, err'body still runnin'
And we sittin' on the block
Cuz the dope feigns rollin'
Videos, I ain't trynna be no rap
I ain't trynna be no act
I'm tryin' to make a stack up (Livin' in the projects)
I ain't gotta call practice
So if I'm on the streets, then come greet or tear my back up (Livin' in the projects)
Tha police betta call back up
Cuz if I can't feed my daughter - I'ma come and rob ya (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Rememba when the food stamps used to look like dollas
I ain't have no clothes so the ho's wouldn't holla
Git outta here would all a nigga wann'
When I hit 'em lights all the roaches hit the flo' (Damn)
Momma had got in to a accident
It's fucked up, mayn she can't even pay the rent
And the heat and light been out eva since
So you know when a nigga gone, it git cold in the bitch
You know what I'ma do? - I'ma go git rich
Put on my ski mask and go hit me a liq
It's all you could do when you young and from Tha Bricks
I'm from the hood, lil' shawty, I'ma represent (And I was...)

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

<i>[Verse 3]</i>
Now it was neva eva 'posed to be like this
My teacha told me I wadn't gon' be shiit
A surely young nigga when his dad got rich
A-Town ho' you can suck my dick
Now you made it outta Tha Projects
A young nigga gittin' cash
Gotta keep dat steady flow runnin' while the time pass
Can't let 'em git you down, move in or move out
Gotta git dat money shawty, dat whudd I'm talkin' bout
When time git hard betta pray to God
Don't stretch the dope game on the boulevard
No (No), my daughter neva will
And if I have to kill, she gonna git anutha meal
Shiit, play the hand I was dealed
And if a man stepped to me i got a right to grab the steal
Chyea, I'm on top and I still rememb-a
Those cold ass days in Decemba, and I was...

<i>[Chorus - 2Pac w/ Lil Scrappy ad-libs]</i>
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects
Broke, with no lights on (And I was)
Livin' in the projects (Uh-huh)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (What's goin' on)
Broke, with no lights on (And you was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Broke, with no lights on (And we was)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Aye)
Livin' in the projects (Yea)
Broke, with no lights on

Your my dick (this for all the baby daddies)
All the things i need (know what it is man)
But there's just one thing (baby you got to be true)

Oh, didn't i give you the cars, didn't i give you the moon, didn't i give you the stars
Put you in big ass house, put money in yo purse, put food in yo mouth
And i was real as hell, and all you could give me was a taste of hell
And i told you i cheated and that's all it takes for you to tell me to beat it

Don't be offended, of anything i might say

Didn't i give you a baby, and when i told you i love you it drive you crazy
Treated you like a queen, so you wouldn't feel like the other ladies
Oh, i gave you the world and you walked out my life cause i fucked another girl
Man, we gotta get this thang tight, gotta get this thang right
Cause it kinda sound like

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Didn't i take 3 or 4 days to spend time with you, come on girl
Came home off the road, shawty, even when i wasn't spose to
Sure i gave her a lil dick but i gave all my love to you come on
Naw it aint about the money but it's funny when you get mad, shawty you gon never keep it true

Don't be offended of anything i might say

Of course you was there for me when my mouth was hurt and a nigga couldn't talk, talk
I remember when you were pregnant and i was there when you couldn't even walk, walk
Now i don't give a fuck about them other hoes as long as we could live life gold,
Yeah i'm looking at your pockets, they looking kinda swoll, does that make you a hoe, No

<i>[Chorus:]</i>

Oh, you had drama wit my mama, but i stayed wit you and ate it all up like a runner
And when you found out shit you got mad and got the hell on and beatit like a road runner
I hope you chill out cause you got my baby, and to me she the #1 stunna
You gotta cool that shit down baby even if you don't want to you gotta be true

Can't be offended, ya'll make ya'll baby want u son
This for all the baby daddies
You really love yo woman, you'd die fo yo woman
But they don't want it, they want to fight us
They got everything in the world
They say they won't leave us and keep it true
But they walk out of our lives
Aint it crazy
Take care of yo child nigga
I love my baby mama, she cool
Keep it flowin, keep knowing
Everyone keep it strong
G's up, get you cheese up
It's yo boy Lil Scrappy

Ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

Everybody wanna know what happened in Orlando
We had a confirmation but they ain't wan' let it go
Tryna push me, ol' *** *** police
Actin' hard wit a suit but a badge can't fool me

c'mon dawg don't take ya job dis serious
A *** will kill any *** cat dats curious
It's a lot of hard heads in tha streets dats furious
Ain't nuthin' you can tell me, ain't nuthin' you can do to us

Wit cha chest all out tryna be bad
*** I can tell you broke 'cause you took my cash
One sight of abuse and I'ma whip yo' ***
C'mon man why you tryna rag?

Don't wanna let a *** off tha hook, wanna go by da book
Wen we both know in our eyes you da biggest crook
Stop actin' you know, you on tha powder
Punk *** probably sniff da dope by da *** hour

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Police don't love me, they tryna cuff me
Somebody do somethin' I ain't even get nuthin'
They came in rushin', I start to bustin'
Wit my back to da wall I can see wats comin'

Stead of handlin' da cool they wanna handle tha ***
Tha Feds outside of my door tryna take a pic
And some of 'em cool and some of 'em rude
But I feel er'one of 'em my attitude

And I hope they do wat they gotta do
'Cause if they pull tha heat I'ma pull tha tube
And if it ain't in ya heart boy don't be no fool
'Cause God still lookin' at chu

'Cause on earth lot of *** chiefs no Indians
They say some of da police *** and feminine
If you call for help you probably snitch on ya self
Do tha broads *** catch a *** *** from tha belt

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You can do yo' J O be witout touchin', touchin' me
Ey ey, Mr. Police is you hearin' me
You ain't *** witout cha badge get da *** 'round me

This lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home
And this lil' piggy ran home and that lil' piggy ran home

<i>[Intro]</i>
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

<i>[Verse 1]</i>
I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doin' somethin' to her (Yup!!)

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Verse 2]</i>
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ___ work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

<i>[Chorus till end]</i>

<i>[Intro:]</i>
Dear lord,
Hope you can look, deep into my heart,
N no dat I mean gud, n can forgive me for all my sins

G's up
It's a g thang
Yo' moda fuckas no me mayne
G's up
It's a g thang
(eeeaaayyyy) B.M.E

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 1:]</i>
Dear lord, dis a letter to you
A young nigga hurt n I dun no wat to do
I try to live life rite but des cowas be hatin
It's like everywer I go I run in-to satan
Im on dis earth, with a blessin an a curse
Just tinkin how we live
Da ridin hurts
Even do yu no' me,
Ever since I was birth
I'm innocent till you judge me and den cum fis
N I aint tryn ta burn lord cuz das da worse
Forgive me fo backsliding on the rock fo da thirst
I knew it was wrong got ta snatchn da perse
But it was cold outside culdnt afford a shirt
Yeh I wan-na go to church
But I can't be faithful
I'm always doin shows but you no' dat I'm grateful
I turn weak fo da fruit cuz it be tasteful
I dun-no how in da world I can ever repay you

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no

<i>[Verse 2:]</i>
Eeeeyyyy Chris can you sit yo lil ass down my nigga
Dammm, I caint even rite ta god, ssshhhit
Dear lord I tank yu for lukin out fo my fam
Even my lil broda who dun give a dam
You see my lil sista dun got preg yet
N my moma actin crazy n aint change-in
N I pray, that you keep my pops preachin
Cuz if he aint around deres nobody teachin
N please keep my baby-mom-a from bitchin
Excuse my language lord but is always friction
I wana thank you for blessin me wit my lil girl
But please give me the powa to fite da whole world
Cuz I swear on u dat if dey touch my kid
I'ma be sittin down writin to you again, (I swear)

<i>[Chorus:]</i>
Lord hav mercy on me,
Herd a nigga say des a heaven for a g
If dey is please save a spot fo me
I dun wan ta burn

I hit a nigga up befo a nigga hit me
Ridin around wit my strap on me
Just Incase a nigga wanna fucking clap me
I dun wanna burn
No, no