作词 : Herbert R Wright/Don Cannon/Lawrence Dopson 作曲 : Herbert R Wright/Don Cannon/Lawrence Dopson I do it for the haves and the have nots All he had was a half and a glass pot Gotta race 'till he the first one with the last rock Everyday you see his face just like a mascot Trapping out the Honda, no he never had a stash box Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot Ever since a kid he seeing coke all around him Born to hustle that's his only hope all around him Went to school stylin', middle school's wildin' He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent How he gon' survive in a world full of savages? Born to get some money but'll, kill gotta balance it He can't fold under pressure (Uh-uh) Life full of challenges 'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis Really seen catastrophes I be rappin' average sh*t, homie had some tragedies Probably why he act like this But back to the sh*t at hand Rap 'til you get advanced Home's got a different plan with 550 grams Strapped with it in his hand Trap, just a ceiling fan Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man Push 'em to the limit, watch him snap just like any man Steady poppin' percocet, he blacked off them milligrams You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man Ain't no lil' bitty pill just gon' heal a man He can't chill he need a pill, guess he too militant (Uh) Oh you just like us, they robbed you of your innocence, huh? Real menaces we up like Dennises, huh Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis (Uh-uh) No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nothin' N*ggas 'possed to been on prom, doing sentences (That's f*cked up) Better get your bucks up 'Member I was f*cked up, daddy said I lucked up But it wasn't no luck for us, nobody had nothin' for us I was with some real n*ggas, but it wasn't enough of us Held the whole hood down, n*ggas had to toughen up He gangsta but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough I'm humble but my city in a headlock and a uppercut Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough My head race I'm riding alone Just my mind and this chrome Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home And I spend like 1.5 on my diamonds alone Only count on who gon' still be by my side if it's gone, just a hand full You can't never have no win if your mans lose Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move F&N have that man doing dance moves Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn jewels Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools and all these bamboos sticks We ain't worried 'bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a d*ck I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense We ain't never get pinched No coincidence We was supposed to get rich 'Cause we was meant for this Now all we know arithmetic But everybody with the sh*ts I hope it ain't no incidents 'Cause everybody in some whips And we'll trip, rip clips, flip sh*t, dip, split, switch whips with new tints like ain't sh*t happen And it ain't no n*ggas in this sh*t doin' sh*t like this Clique ain't no more room for you p*ssy boys Quit rappin' (PTSD)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Herbert R Wright/Don Cannon/Lawrence Dopson [00:01.000] 作曲 : Herbert R Wright/Don Cannon/Lawrence Dopson [00:11.980]I do it for the haves and the have nots [00:13.867]All he had was a half and a glass pot [00:16.495]Gotta race 'till he the first one with the last rock [00:19.060]Everyday you see his face just like a mascot [00:21.797]Trapping out the Honda, no he never had a stash box [00:24.281]Stuck to armed violence, that was at the last spot [00:26.972]Ever since a kid he seeing coke all around him [00:29.695]Born to hustle that's his only hope all around him [00:32.414]Went to school stylin', middle school's wildin' [00:35.058]He ain't care for school 'cause he knew his true talent [00:37.703]How he gon' survive in a world full of savages? [00:40.512]Born to get some money but'll, kill gotta balance it [00:43.273]He can't fold under pressure (Uh-uh) [00:45.074]Life full of challenges [00:46.273]'Cause he know how to move, he a fool with analysis [00:48.637]Seen dudes in a pool of his fluid leaking out of him [00:51.272]He breathing but his body cannot move like paralysis [00:54.040]Really seen catastrophes [00:55.725]I be rappin' average sh*t, homie had some tragedies [00:58.294]Probably why he act like this [00:59.961]But back to the sh*t at hand [01:01.532]Rap 'til you get advanced [01:02.696]Home's got a different plan with 550 grams [01:05.061]Strapped with it in his hand [01:06.682]Trap, just a ceiling fan [01:08.050]Finger on the trigger, take a tap just to kill a man [01:10.573]Push 'em to the limit, watch him snap just like any man [01:13.254]Steady poppin' percocet, he blacked off them milligrams [01:16.170]You don't live how he live, you don't feel the man [01:19.072]Ain't no lil' bitty pill just gon' heal a man [01:21.817]He can't chill he need a pill, guess he too militant (Uh) [01:24.219]Oh you just like us, they robbed you of your innocence, huh? [01:27.512]Real menaces we up like Dennises, huh [01:30.059]Played with pistols, we ain't have no Sega Genesis (Uh-uh) [01:32.379]No curriculum, can't punctuate our sentences or nothin' [01:35.129]N*ggas 'possed to been on prom, doing sentences (That's f*cked up) [01:38.054]Better get your bucks up [01:40.140]'Member I was f*cked up, daddy said I lucked up [01:42.570]But it wasn't no luck for us, nobody had nothin' for us [01:45.346]I was with some real n*ggas, but it wasn't enough of us [01:48.349]Held the whole hood down, n*ggas had to toughen up [01:50.946]He gangsta but can't ride with my crowd, he ain't rough enough [01:53.465]I'm humble but my city in a headlock and a uppercut [01:55.944]Don't talk about no millions or nothin' 'cause you ain't touch enough [01:59.059]My head race I'm riding alone [02:00.589]Just my mind and this chrome [02:02.521]Used to live in all apartments, now I'm riding to a home [02:04.685]And I spend like 1.5 on my diamonds alone [02:07.445]Only count on who gon' still be by my side if it's gone, just a hand full [02:11.865]You can't never have no win if your mans lose [02:14.295]Exploitation off your mans, that's a fan move [02:16.771]F&N have that man doing dance moves [02:19.482]Keep your friends cool, don't be no damn fool [02:22.428]Gotta stay ruthless in the streets 'cause ain't no damn rules [02:24.932]Just staying free, gave half a million to them damn jewels [02:27.705]Now why the club just let us in with all these damn tools and all these bamboos sticks [02:33.067]We ain't worried 'bout no opps, yeah, they could suck a d*ck [02:35.668]I just stayed a extra thirty minutes taking pics [02:38.015]Trigger happy, we been buyin' licks since jits [02:40.815]G-Money always been the one that had a sixth sense [02:43.567]We ain't never get pinched [02:45.122]No coincidence [02:46.251]We was supposed to get rich [02:47.706]'Cause we was meant for this [02:49.107]Now all we know arithmetic [02:50.451]But everybody with the sh*ts [02:51.730]I hope it ain't no incidents [02:53.050]'Cause everybody in some whips [02:54.436]And we'll trip, rip clips, flip sh*t, dip, split, switch whips with new tints like ain't sh*t happen [03:00.078]And it ain't no n*ggas in this sh*t doin' sh*t like this [03:02.571]Clique ain't no more room for you p*ssy boys [03:03.998]Quit rappin' (PTSD)
