[00:24.620]Hold on... [lighter flicks up]
[00:27.390]Yeah it's gonna be alright, don't trip baby
[00:29.560]It'll get better...
[00:34.310]Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style
[00:36.510]When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet
[00:39.280]It's all good, uhh
[00:41.080]I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
[00:43.480]Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
[00:46.210]And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by
[00:48.890]And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
[00:51.330]I never did cry, and even though I had
[00:53.810]pain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
[00:56.440]They couldn't tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me
[00:59.180]The marijuana had my mind gone it wasn't healthy
[01:01.820]I travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year
[01:04.330]I felt the pain and the rain but I'm still here
[01:06.590]Never did like the police, let the whole world know
[01:09.580]Now I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down
[01:12.400]And facin me now, what do I do?
[01:14.400]These thangs that a Thug goes through
[01:16.390]And still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong
[01:20.060]It's a struggle every day but you gotta hold on
[01:42.560]To all the ladies in the place with style and grace
[01:45.210]Allow me to lace these lyrical duches in your bushes
[01:47.900]Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies?
[01:50.550]The back of the club, sippin Moet, is where you'll find me
[01:53.050]The back of the club, mackin hoes, my crew's behind me
[01:55.740]Mad question askin, blunt passin, music blastin
[01:59.280]But I just can't quit
[02:00.500]Because one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with
[02:03.470]Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not
[02:06.040]Why blow up my spot cause we both got hot
[02:08.210]Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed
[02:11.170]Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy
[02:13.800]No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
[02:16.360]C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
[02:19.310]Jump in the Rover and come over
[02:20.810]tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree
[02:44.950]Never a good day, cause in my hood they
[02:47.300]let they AK's pump strays where the kids play
[02:50.130]And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
[02:52.630]Can't help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
[02:55.250]My homies dyin 'fore they get to see they birthdays
[02:57.890]These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
[03:00.420]And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
[03:03.260]I know that ain't the truth, sometimes I look for proof
[03:05.280]I wonder if heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
[03:07.650]Does it matter if you blood or you cuz
[03:09.770]Remember how it was, the picnics and the parties in the projects
[03:13.200]Small time drinkin gettin high with them armies
[03:15.720]Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
[03:18.290]I'm dealin with the madness, raised by a single mother
[03:21.130]I'm tryin to tell you when it's on
[03:22.710]You gotta keep your head to the sky and be strong, most of all