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 step dad, 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 selling 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 trying ta do my part And he's my son, I gots ta try to make him hard I buy him clothes, and jewelry 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 bunch of 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 everybody 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 judgment day is just something 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 trying to keep the neighborhood at peace Don't fight each other, we got's ta stand and fight the beast So united we stand but we gonna fall quick Because we always trying 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 fuck 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 want to kill me But I ain't going' out like that Ya feel me? Yeah
I didn't understand back then When I was young kid on the block Looking at the homies pushing rock With the game on lock But the cops always had to knock Down the doors looking for drugs in store Paused my Nintendo peeped out the window sirens soundin' Souls was astoundin' Didn't know what was going on I kept hearing that sad song Slavery still here G Still under white supremacy But it made a man out of me by the time I hit adolescene I seen the presence Of the Most High telling me why We all in a fry so many of us die Cuz see the buzzards circlin the sky Unwillingly and knowingly That we was destined to be Kings and Queens but it's all a dream Like Martin King can't find a team Cuz everybody out for self Damn man we need to break this massa plan and lay out a master plan But on the other hands I wanted get money stretch it like rubberbands But some of us might as well be in the Klan Drugs enforced and endorsed On the streets as well as the music so don't abuse it or loose it I know we all brothers sisters of different colors from.mothers no others Got heart like I dangerous once I learned to catch vibration with my third eye Controlled my soul on a stroll To a good day good riddance to those who ain't in repentance We paying for the wages of sin But the curse slowly breaking away Feelin like Malcolm sittin by the window with an AK 47 how many suckas wanna go to heaven And i wanna break leven With my peeps though but it seems they all want to go to war I tried to raise their conscious sick of the nonsense Media and the press loved to keep us suppressed Art of War strategy being played on us But I loaded my mentality with wisdom and begin to bust Shots at the stations They treat it like a crime whats wrong for unitin' with the black nation? I'm tryna to get to Mt. Zion I ain't lyin' Why they always tryna tie in A brother into gang violence Or drug case wheres our resistance Break the lien my past peers paid our dues Just check the slavery views Every few years they wanna see tears Instill fear to keep us down here In this concrete jungle hard to be humble When everybody mean muggin' Life jugglin' and strugglin' To get over obstacles Me a blackman still alive it's a miracle Almost satricial Its comedy at it's best enemies up to put a test On you black man black woman Wake up cuz they want us acting up Lets restack up get our weight up Build blackwallstreet the way it was supposed to be Along with the Indians to Mexicans we came from the same boat different landing put down that cannon cuz them spirits channelin' standin' Tough against the rain hitting my window pane As thoughts began to ponder my brain Its insane no more weed crack or cocaine We got the power to make the change And don't act strange When I see you Just smile cuz I know you in the wild No hoochies to pop coochies Just Queens makin' love like Lucy and Ricky Ricardo I go all out for more Even the score naw we takin soar Like hawks in the night No fright ready to fight when we show on site White house white house ain't nothing but a plantation house Playin a game of cat n mouse We rising check the new apes movie They subliminally showed us we been had the funk feelin' groovy Stick with me n I'll stick with you We gotta communicate better When it's stormy weather endeavor Wisdom is much more than silver and gold but ya rather take a toll Down the valley of death row And i know it's hard but don't worry I hear ya Cuz we about the same problems so I feel ya yeah
PRAISE GOD REPENT HELL IS HOT AND ETERNAL FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH BLESSINGS PEACE HALLELUJAH GLORY BE TO GOD AMEN AND HAPPY BLESSED HOLY MIGHTY POWERFUL BLESSED SABBAT POWERFUL SUNDAY BLESSINGS PEACE HALLELUJAH GLORY BE TO GOD AMEN
Fuck it lol from the h town an thats my home town smoking some dro really miss my big bro thinking about him every single day cant believe that he is gone i was crying an feelin like dying wanna shoot myself but i cant kill myself i realize got lil bro an now im the big bro so now making this money feeding my family. Dam i try lol
Life Fight Sight Night Wild I Put My Foot Down Yeuh Um Wise Jamm Spam The Lamb Of GOD Famm And Thanks Giving Ham I Can Never Be Tired Of The Kings Speech Gotchu Back Thu JeSuS Creep Up On Yu Females R Fonnie Bread Holy Fed ("Holy Flow")
No one can beat these 90s beats. They were so perfect and refined.
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shit u can shed a teardrop 2
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 step dad, 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 selling 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 trying ta do my part
And he's my son, I gots ta try to make him hard
I buy him clothes, and jewelry 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 bunch of 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 everybody 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 judgment day is just something 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 trying to keep the neighborhood at peace
Don't fight each other, we got's ta stand and fight the beast
So united we stand but we gonna fall quick
Because we always trying 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 fuck
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 want to kill me
But I ain't going' out like that
Ya feel me?
Yeah
either locked up layin dead or still slangin dope but no, the lord had a plan for me
Safest place for us at times IS in the Hands of the Universe!! (HOME BASE)
Beginning sample of Bootsy Collins “Munchies for your Love”...dope!🔥🎤🎧
Earth Wind and Fire - Devotion sample ( sounds good)
TFIGBassPlayer no this is a boosty Collins sample. "Munchies for your love"
yeah
Actually it’s both. Beginning sample is Bootsy Collins “munchies”, but most of the song is “Devotion “ from EWF....
This is the only song you can say you a trap icon if you ride to this
“It’s your daughter, don’t she look like you?”👧🏽
this beat (lyrics or without) is intangible!
Old time favorite
MEMORIES '90s ;)
Absolutely superb
deep ass song!! My Daddy told me all the bullshits gonna kill me ya couldn't told me nothing back then, now I feel ya!!
He told a story, realist that ever did it.
I didn't understand back then
When
I was young kid on the block
Looking at the homies pushing rock
With the game on lock
But the cops always had to knock
Down the doors looking for drugs in store
Paused my Nintendo peeped out the window sirens soundin'
Souls was astoundin'
Didn't know what was going on
I kept hearing that sad song
Slavery still here G
Still under white supremacy
But it made a man out of me
by the time I hit adolescene
I seen the presence
Of the Most High telling me why
We all in a fry so many of us die
Cuz see the buzzards circlin the sky
Unwillingly and knowingly
That we was destined to be
Kings and Queens but it's all a dream
Like Martin King can't find a team
Cuz everybody out for self
Damn man we need to break this massa plan and lay out a master plan
But on the other hands
I wanted get money stretch it like rubberbands
But some of us might as well be in the Klan
Drugs enforced and endorsed
On the streets as well as the music so don't abuse it or loose it
I know we all brothers sisters of different colors from.mothers no others
Got heart like I dangerous once I learned to catch vibration with my third eye
Controlled my soul on a stroll
To a good day good riddance to those who ain't in repentance
We paying for the wages of sin
But the curse slowly breaking away Feelin like Malcolm sittin by the window with an AK
47 how many suckas wanna go to heaven
And i wanna break leven
With my peeps though but it seems they all want to go to war
I tried to raise their conscious sick of the nonsense
Media and the press loved to keep us suppressed
Art of War strategy being played on us
But I loaded my mentality with wisdom and begin to bust
Shots at the stations
They treat it like a crime
whats wrong for unitin' with the black nation?
I'm tryna to get to Mt. Zion I ain't lyin'
Why they always tryna tie in
A brother into gang violence
Or drug case wheres our resistance
Break the lien my past peers paid our dues
Just check the slavery views
Every few years they wanna see tears
Instill fear to keep us down here
In this concrete jungle hard to be humble
When everybody mean muggin'
Life jugglin' and strugglin'
To get over obstacles
Me a blackman still alive it's a miracle
Almost satricial
Its comedy at it's best enemies up to put a test
On you black man black woman
Wake up cuz they want us acting up
Lets restack up get our weight up
Build blackwallstreet the way it was supposed to be
Along with the
Indians to Mexicans we came from the same boat different landing put down that cannon cuz them spirits channelin' standin'
Tough against the rain hitting my window pane
As thoughts began to ponder my brain
Its insane no more weed crack or cocaine
We got the power to make the change
And don't act strange
When I see you Just smile cuz I know you in the wild
No hoochies to pop coochies
Just Queens makin' love like Lucy and Ricky Ricardo I go all out for more
Even the score naw we takin soar
Like hawks in the night
No fright ready to fight when we show on site
White house white house ain't nothing but a plantation house
Playin a game of cat n mouse
We rising check the new apes movie
They subliminally showed us we been had the funk feelin' groovy
Stick with me n I'll stick with you
We gotta communicate better
When it's stormy weather endeavor
Wisdom is much more than silver and gold but ya rather take a toll
Down the valley of death row
And i know it's hard but don't worry I hear ya
Cuz we about the same problems so I feel ya yeah
Dude these lyrics are really powerfull and catchy, thx for sharing. Just need some commas so its easier to read
@@hoy3710 facts
Big krit Lac Lac!!! I see why he sampled it
PRAISE GOD REPENT HELL IS HOT AND ETERNAL FOR THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH BLESSINGS PEACE HALLELUJAH GLORY BE TO GOD AMEN AND HAPPY BLESSED HOLY MIGHTY POWERFUL BLESSED SABBAT POWERFUL SUNDAY BLESSINGS PEACE HALLELUJAH GLORY BE TO GOD AMEN
This beat has been used a lot, but I think I like Face over this beat the most.
Lot of thanks
i like this insrtumental
Reality
yessir..
Fleet after ob gyn visit colon cameras firewall photos for clientele to view and explain the kills
🙏🏽
this beat remind me of crunch time by j cole
A few people sampled Earth Wind and fire
Lavalife mr scarface go ahead
✍️
Change it up hair coloring locators for treatments
Reviewer grants writing until 9 pm
so now you wanna talk
whole time watched you walk off
make you face meet tha mack
back get sawed off
Fuck it lol from the h town an thats my home town smoking some dro really miss my big bro thinking about him every single day cant believe that he is gone i was crying an feelin like dying wanna shoot myself but i cant kill myself i realize got lil bro an now im the big bro so now making this money feeding my family. Dam i try lol
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Life Fight Sight Night Wild I Put My Foot Down Yeuh Um Wise Jamm Spam The Lamb Of GOD Famm And Thanks Giving Ham I Can Never Be Tired Of The Kings Speech Gotchu Back Thu JeSuS Creep Up On Yu Females R Fonnie Bread Holy Fed ("Holy Flow")