Sing for the moment<\/a><\/p>\nYou ain’t sh*t without your homeboys
\nYou ain’t sh*t without your homeboys
\nYou ain’t sh*t without your homeboys<\/p>\n
Now
\nNow everytime I see you cats is rollin in packs
\nFor the life of me I cannot see why you don’t know how to act
\nLove to clown when you deep, but when you on that solo creep
\nout on the streets you don’t hear a peep
\nn*gga it’s a god damn shame, somebody explain
\nwhy they sent a Bad Boy to play a grown man’s game
\nTear that *ss out the frame, completely get that *ss kicked
\nWoke up on the street but you’ll be sleepin in the casket
\nHow long will it last, n*gga don’t ask, just be first to blast
\nOutlaw on the mash tryin to be the first to see some cash
\nMy sh*t’s classic, like my n*gga Nate
\nGo get the tape, we keep the nation anticipatin until we break
\nMoney made me evil, court cases got me stressed
\nn*ggaz aimin at my head but I still wear my vest
\nI don’t give a f-ck motherf-ckers I’m loc
\nThey all duckin when my gun smoke
\ncause you ain’t sh*t without your homeboys<\/p>\n
C’mon, sing with me, sing, sing for the years
\nSing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, c’mon
\nSing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
\naway…<\/p>\n
Now I was born alone, took my first joint and I got high alone
\nNow I’m an Outlaw n*gga, I never die alone<\/p>\n
Me and my n*ggaz is so close, it’s complicated
\nOne n*gga smokin and drinkin, and yet we all faded
\nMy n*gga Edi had a son we all happy
\nCause now that little ridah got to deal with eight daddies
\nMy n*ggaz cry, we all cry, and all ride
\nTo rectify the problem, motherf-ckers they all die<\/p>\n
Entertainment is changin’, intertwinin’ with gangsta’s
\nIn the land of the killers, a sinner’s mind is a sanctum
\nHoly or unholy, only have one homie
\nOnly this gun, lonely cause don’t anyone know me
\nYet everybody just feels like they can relate, I guess words are a
\nmothaf-cka they can be great
\nOr they can degrade, or even worse they can teach hate
\nIt’s like these kids hang on every single statement we make
\nLike they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
\nNow how the f-ck did this metamorphosis happen
\nFrom standin’ on corners and porches just rappin’
\nTo havin’ a fortune, no more kissin’ *ss
\nBut then these critics crucify you, journalists try to burn you
\nFans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
\nTo get they hands on every dime you have, they want you to lose your mind
\nevery time you mad
\nSo they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
\nAny dispute won’t hesitate to produce handguns
\nThat’s why these prosecutors wanna convict me, strictly just to get me off
\nof these streets quickly<\/p>\n
C’mon, sing with me, sing, sing for the years
\nSing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, c’mon
\nSing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
\naway…<\/p>\n
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
\nLittle skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
\nAnd all through Junior High, we was just gettin by
\nAnd drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
\nI never did cry, and even though I had
\npain in my heart, I was hopeless from the start
\nThey couldn’t tell me nothin, they all tried to help to help me
\nThe marijuana had my mind gone it wasn’t healthy
\nI travelled places, caught cases, what a ill year
\nI felt the pain and the rain but I’m still here
\nNever did like the police, let the whole world know
\nNow I gets no peace, cause they chasin me down
\nAnd facin me now, what do I do?
\nThese thangs that a Thug goes through
\nAnd still I rise so keep ya head up, and make ya mind strong
\nIt’s a struggle every day but you gotta hold on<\/p>\n
Hold on, be strong, hold on
\nBe strong, hold on
\nWhen it’s on it’s on<\/p>\n
There’s, never a good day, cause in my hood they
\nlet they AK’s pump strays where the kids play
\nAnd every Halloween, check out the murder scene
\nCan’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
\nMy homies dyin ‘fore they get to see they birthdays
\nThese is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray<\/p>\n
C’mon, sing with me, sing, sing for the years
\nSing it, sing for the laughter, sing for the tears, c’mon
\nSing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you
\naway…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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