3 Strikes movie - Been a Long Time lyrics
rate me<br>
[C-Murder]<br>
Let me see them 3's, put em up<br>
This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world<br>
or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice<br>
(fuck the world nigga you got a choice)<br>
on whether they wanted to be there or not<br>
In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street<br>
(ya heard me?)<br>
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[Chorus: C-Murder]<br>
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It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love<br>
I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood<br>
It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love<br>
but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood<br>
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[C-Murder]<br>
I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes<br>
and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?<br>
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love<br>
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived<br>
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold<br>
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold<br>
and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon<br>
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin<br>
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots<br>
Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top<br>
and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta<br>
doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop<br>
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[Chorus]<br>
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[C-Murder]<br>
Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed up<br>
Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up<br>
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms<br>
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip<br>
They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no busta<br>
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya<br>
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues<br>
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues nigga<br>
I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities<br>
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get nigga<br>
You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat<br>
Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch<br>
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[Chorus 2X]<br>
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[C-Murder]<br>
It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love<br>
C-Murder, C-P-3-killer<br>
Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans<br>
The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age well<br>
Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know<br>
It's war crimes baby, takin over the world<br>
Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business<br>
Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto<br>
Will I die I don't know baby<br>
It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs<br>
So I just say to all the young niggaz out there<br>
goin through what I went through, there's a way out<br>
So keep your head high<br>
and keep your heat low, ya heard me?<br>
[fades out]<br>
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