Now I Feel Ya Lyrics
| Song | Now I Feel Ya |
| Artist | Scarface |
| Album | The World Is Yours |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Dean, Jordan, Okuribido | |
| ...it's a new day... ya know what | |
| I'm sayin'? | |
| A new day, brings a new problem to a brother | |
| And all I gots ta say is thank | |
| God for my mother | |
| Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke | |
| Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope | |
| The lord he had a plan for me | |
| And with his help, my mother made a man of me | |
| Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in | |
| Taught me how to save my little dividends | |
| So when I graduated | |
| I'd have a little school money | |
| But in the sixth grade | |
| I wanted to be the school dummy | |
| And flunked outta school with the flag pole | |
| And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul | |
| Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone | |
| Cause we was alone, and me | |
| I bought a death home | |
| My real pops he broke out with the style | |
| So I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child | |
| So now we livin' comftable | |
| Taught me the game and how to be responsible | |
| But back then | |
| I couldn't see it | |
| I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin' | |
| And ended up in a big fight | |
| And told me not to come home until | |
| I got my shit right | |
| So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home | |
| My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own | |
| And keepin' me ain't no big deal | |
| But now that | |
| I'm much older | |
| I see just how the shit feels | |
| Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no | |
| Even though my grandfather just had a stroke | |
| And now the money's low | |
| And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go | |
| Or either try to find a job so | |
| I can help out | |
| I'm in the ghetto, | |
| I gots ta get myself out | |
| And when I get out | |
| I gotta try to pave the way | |
| So my family can have a better place to stay | |
| I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short | |
| I can't cope, so now | |
| I'm slangin' dope | |
| And now my granny knows | |
| I'm doin' wrong | |
| She just prayin' for me heavily | |
| Take care of her grandson | |
| And the lord must of heard her prayer | |
| Cause he made me get a grip | |
| And got me on up outta there | |
| I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya | |
| You couldn't have told me nothin' back then | |
| But now I feel ya... | |
| I'm eighteen, and now | |
| I'm havin' big fun | |
| My baby's mother just had my first son | |
| May eleven, | |
| I never will forget the day | |
| A star's born, let's name him little scarface | |
| My first born and yo | |
| I'm a proud father | |
| I gotta son, | |
| I gots ta be my son's father | |
| And sellin dope ain't the way that | |
| I can get ahead | |
| But what the hell, | |
| I gots ta keep my baby fed | |
| I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part | |
| And he's my son, | |
| I gots ta try to make him hard | |
| I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys | |
| Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy | |
| And I don't want my son to look at life | |
| Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like | |
| But yet and still | |
| I let my son be a kid | |
| Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did | |
| So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate | |
| The game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate | |
| And now my son is four years old | |
| I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role | |
| Because these years he'll remember most | |
| So it's all about little marcus and me becomin' close | |
| But I got a buncha obstacles | |
| If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle | |
| Now everybody's got my baby | |
| Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy"it's your daughter, don't she look like you? " | |
| I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do | |
| Because my mother knows the real deal | |
| All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal | |
| So now we in and outta cope | |
| Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support | |
| Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me | |
| Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g | |
| Come to find out, the girl never had me | |
| She's the baby's mother but me | |
| I ain't the baby's daddy | |
| And biological tests can prove | |
| You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude | |
| But now I finally got a real daughter | |
| No need for the testin' | |
| I know that | |
| I'm the baby's father | |
| I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya | |
| You couldn't have told me nothin' back then | |
| But now I feel ya... | |
| I feel ya... | |
| Now I'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life | |
| It's nineteen ninety-three, | |
| I put away my pocket knife | |
| And got a bigger stick to fight with | |
| I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick | |
| Because we livin' in a concentration set | |
| And everyday, we face to face with death | |
| I seen my homies go and come | |
| And judgement day is just somethin we can't run from | |
| So I know my number's comin' up | |
| So I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up | |
| And even though | |
| I hate killin' off my own kind | |
| I gotta be a man and as a man | |
| I'm a defend mine | |
| My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace | |
| Don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast | |
| So united we stand but we gonna fall quick | |
| Because we always tryin to take another brother's shit | |
| And the cops is in the same vote | |
| Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope | |
| They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods | |
| They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood | |
| And now the story's all twisted up | |
| And if they gave the cop the chair | |
| I really wouldn't give a **** | |
| Because she left my partner's family with memories | |
| And after hearin' this | |
| I know you don't remember me | |
| But yet in still | |
| I find it hard for me to stay in touch | |
| I see his parents and then | |
| I started breakin' up | |
| Because I know what you did was wrong | |
| But you won't realize until you dead and gone | |
| It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning | |
| You straight up shot him from behind | |
| But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back | |
| You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act | |
| But you gotta tell your story to the judge | |
| Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves | |
| And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness | |
| Then in reality you took care of your business | |
| But regardless | |
| I know you wanna kill me | |
| But I ain't goin' out like dat | |
| Ya feel me?...yeah |
| zuo ci : Dean, Jordan, Okuribido | |
| ... it' s a new day... ya know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| A new day, brings a new problem to a brother | |
| And all I gots ta say is thank | |
| God for my mother | |
| Cause without my mommy dear my life would' ve been joke | |
| Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope | |
| The lord he had a plan for me | |
| And with his help, my mother made a man of me | |
| Didn' t blindfold me to the world we was livin' in | |
| Taught me how to save my little dividends | |
| So when I graduated | |
| I' d have a little school money | |
| But in the sixth grade | |
| I wanted to be the school dummy | |
| And flunked outta school with the flag pole | |
| And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul | |
| Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone | |
| Cause we was alone, and me | |
| I bought a death home | |
| My real pops he broke out with the style | |
| So I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga' s child | |
| So now we livin' comftable | |
| Taught me the game and how to be responsible | |
| But back then | |
| I couldn' t see it | |
| I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid' s leavin' | |
| And ended up in a big fight | |
| And told me not to come home until | |
| I got my shit right | |
| So now I' m livin' in my grandma' s home | |
| My grandma' s strong, she' s got nine kids of her own | |
| And keepin' me ain' t no big deal | |
| But now that | |
| I' m much older | |
| I see just how the shit feels | |
| Being kindhearted, not wantin' to tell me no | |
| Even though my grandfather just had a stroke | |
| And now the money' s low | |
| And pretty soon a brother' s gonna have ta go | |
| Or either try to find a job so | |
| I can help out | |
| I' m in the ghetto, | |
| I gots ta get myself out | |
| And when I get out | |
| I gotta try to pave the way | |
| So my family can have a better place to stay | |
| I' m losin' all hope, a brother' s fallin' short | |
| I can' t cope, so now | |
| I' m slangin' dope | |
| And now my granny knows | |
| I' m doin' wrong | |
| She just prayin' for me heavily | |
| Take care of her grandson | |
| And the lord must of heard her prayer | |
| Cause he made me get a grip | |
| And got me on up outta there | |
| I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya | |
| You couldn' t have told me nothin' back then | |
| But now I feel ya... | |
| I' m eighteen, and now | |
| I' m havin' big fun | |
| My baby' s mother just had my first son | |
| May eleven, | |
| I never will forget the day | |
| A star' s born, let' s name him little scarface | |
| My first born and yo | |
| I' m a proud father | |
| I gotta son, | |
| I gots ta be my son' s father | |
| And sellin dope ain' t the way that | |
| I can get ahead | |
| But what the hell, | |
| I gots ta keep my baby fed | |
| I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part | |
| And he' s my son, | |
| I gots ta try to make him hard | |
| I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys | |
| Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy | |
| And I don' t want my son to look at life | |
| Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it lifelike | |
| But yet and still | |
| I let my son be a kid | |
| Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did | |
| So when he gets to be a man he' ll appreciate | |
| The game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate | |
| And now my son is four years old | |
| I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father' s role | |
| Because these years he' ll remember most | |
| So it' s all about little marcus and me becomin' close | |
| But I got a buncha obstacles | |
| If it ain' t my line of work it' s the girlies on my popsicle | |
| Now everybody' s got my baby | |
| Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy" it' s your daughter, don' t she look like you? " | |
| I just can' t tell, why don' t you take it to ma momma do | |
| Because my mother knows the real deal | |
| All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal | |
| So now we in and outta cope | |
| Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support | |
| Tellin' her friends that she' s breakin' me | |
| Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g | |
| Come to find out, the girl never had me | |
| She' s the baby' s mother but me | |
| I ain' t the baby' s daddy | |
| And biological tests can prove | |
| You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude | |
| But now I finally got a real daughter | |
| No need for the testin' | |
| I know that | |
| I' m the baby' s father | |
| I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya | |
| You couldn' t have told me nothin' back then | |
| But now I feel ya... | |
| I feel ya... | |
| Now I' m twentytwo and finally got a grip on life | |
| It' s nineteen ninetythree, | |
| I put away my pocket knife | |
| And got a bigger stick to fight with | |
| I' m young and black so my choice ain' t a nightstick | |
| Because we livin' in a concentration set | |
| And everyday, we face to face with death | |
| I seen my homies go and come | |
| And judgement day is just somethin we can' t run from | |
| So I know my number' s comin' up | |
| So I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up | |
| And even though | |
| I hate killin' off my own kind | |
| I gotta be a man and as a man | |
| I' m a defend mine | |
| My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace | |
| Don' t fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast | |
| So united we stand but we gonna fall quick | |
| Because we always tryin to take another brother' s shit | |
| And the cops is in the same vote | |
| Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope | |
| They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain' t sparkin' goods | |
| They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood | |
| And now the story' s all twisted up | |
| And if they gave the cop the chair | |
| I really wouldn' t give a | |
| Because she left my partner' s family with memories | |
| And after hearin' this | |
| I know you don' t remember me | |
| But yet in still | |
| I find it hard for me to stay in touch | |
| I see his parents and then | |
| I started breakin' up | |
| Because I know what you did was wrong | |
| But you won' t realize until you dead and gone | |
| It ain' t no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning | |
| You straight up shot him from behind | |
| But all the cryin' in the world ain' t gonna bring him back | |
| You give a gat to a black he don' t know how to act | |
| But you gotta tell your story to the judge | |
| Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves | |
| And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness | |
| Then in reality you took care of your business | |
| But regardless | |
| I know you wanna kill me | |
| But I ain' t goin' out like dat | |
| Ya feel me?... yeah |
| zuò cí : Dean, Jordan, Okuribido | |
| ... it' s a new day... ya know what | |
| I' m sayin'? | |
| A new day, brings a new problem to a brother | |
| And all I gots ta say is thank | |
| God for my mother | |
| Cause without my mommy dear my life would' ve been joke | |
| Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope | |
| The lord he had a plan for me | |
| And with his help, my mother made a man of me | |
| Didn' t blindfold me to the world we was livin' in | |
| Taught me how to save my little dividends | |
| So when I graduated | |
| I' d have a little school money | |
| But in the sixth grade | |
| I wanted to be the school dummy | |
| And flunked outta school with the flag pole | |
| And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul | |
| Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone | |
| Cause we was alone, and me | |
| I bought a death home | |
| My real pops he broke out with the style | |
| So I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga' s child | |
| So now we livin' comftable | |
| Taught me the game and how to be responsible | |
| But back then | |
| I couldn' t see it | |
| I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid' s leavin' | |
| And ended up in a big fight | |
| And told me not to come home until | |
| I got my shit right | |
| So now I' m livin' in my grandma' s home | |
| My grandma' s strong, she' s got nine kids of her own | |
| And keepin' me ain' t no big deal | |
| But now that | |
| I' m much older | |
| I see just how the shit feels | |
| Being kindhearted, not wantin' to tell me no | |
| Even though my grandfather just had a stroke | |
| And now the money' s low | |
| And pretty soon a brother' s gonna have ta go | |
| Or either try to find a job so | |
| I can help out | |
| I' m in the ghetto, | |
| I gots ta get myself out | |
| And when I get out | |
| I gotta try to pave the way | |
| So my family can have a better place to stay | |
| I' m losin' all hope, a brother' s fallin' short | |
| I can' t cope, so now | |
| I' m slangin' dope | |
| And now my granny knows | |
| I' m doin' wrong | |
| She just prayin' for me heavily | |
| Take care of her grandson | |
| And the lord must of heard her prayer | |
| Cause he made me get a grip | |
| And got me on up outta there | |
| I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya | |
| You couldn' t have told me nothin' back then | |
| But now I feel ya... | |
| I' m eighteen, and now | |
| I' m havin' big fun | |
| My baby' s mother just had my first son | |
| May eleven, | |
| I never will forget the day | |
| A star' s born, let' s name him little scarface | |
| My first born and yo | |
| I' m a proud father | |
| I gotta son, | |
| I gots ta be my son' s father | |
| And sellin dope ain' t the way that | |
| I can get ahead | |
| But what the hell, | |
| I gots ta keep my baby fed | |
| I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part | |
| And he' s my son, | |
| I gots ta try to make him hard | |
| I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the tonka toys | |
| Because the tonka toys will only punk my boy | |
| And I don' t want my son to look at life | |
| Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it lifelike | |
| But yet and still | |
| I let my son be a kid | |
| Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did | |
| So when he gets to be a man he' ll appreciate | |
| The game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate | |
| And now my son is four years old | |
| I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father' s role | |
| Because these years he' ll remember most | |
| So it' s all about little marcus and me becomin' close | |
| But I got a buncha obstacles | |
| If it ain' t my line of work it' s the girlies on my popsicle | |
| Now everybody' s got my baby | |
| Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy" it' s your daughter, don' t she look like you? " | |
| I just can' t tell, why don' t you take it to ma momma do | |
| Because my mother knows the real deal | |
| All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal | |
| So now we in and outta cope | |
| Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support | |
| Tellin' her friends that she' s breakin' me | |
| Now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' g | |
| Come to find out, the girl never had me | |
| She' s the baby' s mother but me | |
| I ain' t the baby' s daddy | |
| And biological tests can prove | |
| You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude | |
| But now I finally got a real daughter | |
| No need for the testin' | |
| I know that | |
| I' m the baby' s father | |
| I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya | |
| You couldn' t have told me nothin' back then | |
| But now I feel ya... | |
| I feel ya... | |
| Now I' m twentytwo and finally got a grip on life | |
| It' s nineteen ninetythree, | |
| I put away my pocket knife | |
| And got a bigger stick to fight with | |
| I' m young and black so my choice ain' t a nightstick | |
| Because we livin' in a concentration set | |
| And everyday, we face to face with death | |
| I seen my homies go and come | |
| And judgement day is just somethin we can' t run from | |
| So I know my number' s comin' up | |
| So I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up | |
| And even though | |
| I hate killin' off my own kind | |
| I gotta be a man and as a man | |
| I' m a defend mine | |
| My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace | |
| Don' t fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast | |
| So united we stand but we gonna fall quick | |
| Because we always tryin to take another brother' s shit | |
| And the cops is in the same vote | |
| Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope | |
| They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain' t sparkin' goods | |
| They shot my long time partner rudy in cold blood | |
| And now the story' s all twisted up | |
| And if they gave the cop the chair | |
| I really wouldn' t give a | |
| Because she left my partner' s family with memories | |
| And after hearin' this | |
| I know you don' t remember me | |
| But yet in still | |
| I find it hard for me to stay in touch | |
| I see his parents and then | |
| I started breakin' up | |
| Because I know what you did was wrong | |
| But you won' t realize until you dead and gone | |
| It ain' t no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning | |
| You straight up shot him from behind | |
| But all the cryin' in the world ain' t gonna bring him back | |
| You give a gat to a black he don' t know how to act | |
| But you gotta tell your story to the judge | |
| Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves | |
| And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness | |
| Then in reality you took care of your business | |
| But regardless | |
| I know you wanna kill me | |
| But I ain' t goin' out like dat | |
| Ya feel me?... yeah |
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