Boss Hogg Outlawz - It's So lyrics

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[Kyleon]

Sometimes I ask myself, what is life like

What would I be without this rap, without a mic life

Or will I die young, like my partna Mike like

Won't get to see my girl grow, and see what a wife's like

But my life's alright, no I ain't finished yet

I just got started, I ain't ready to end it yet

I'm 24 years old, I ain't even beginned it yet

I just started having money, I ain't got a chance to spend it yet

I wanna be a millionaire, but I'm losing my life line

My ticket out this ghetto, is for me to write rhymes

I know I can get this money, if I write rhymes

Opportunity knocked for me, at the right time

Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bullshit

Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits

God pulled my card quick, nope no more pain mayn

Sunshine for now, no more rain mayn

[Slim Thug]

I grew up around a bunch of gang bangers, and caine slangers

Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers

Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood

Proud of my block, everyday fought for the hood

Stand up kid, ain't too many did what I did

Saw half the shit I saw, or lived like I lived

When my mama went to work, my brother went to work

In the kitchen, pyrex shifting till it hurt

I watched him grind, fascinated by the cash

Patiently waiting, for my time to mash

Never tagged along, see I had my own gang

We had our own ideas, on how to get this change

We did our own thang, small time hustling

Some young niggaz, never asking for nothing

It ain't take us long, to peep what's going on

The broke niggaz was weak, while the rich was strong we got it on

[Lil Mel]

By all means I had to get it, I'm a hustler black

This rap thing what I dreamed, don't wanna fuck with crack

But damn, being broke I can't fuck with that

And being po' ain't what I hoped, so I hustled stack

Have nuts have money, that's the code in these streets

And when my money got low, I was holding the heat

I'm just a young nigga living, trying to sip and ball

And even though these streets wet, I can't slip and fall

I ran with killas pull triggas, up out they stacks fo'

And if they broke, they hitting your back do' with the Mackno

Fuck worrying bout haters, cause that'll freeze em up

That's what the heat is for, guaranteed to heat em up

These streets bad and yeah lil' daddy, from has-fect

A young nigga could lose his life, over a glass set

It'll take a cell in a jail, for us to do some mad thinking

That's how it is that's how it go, I know it's sad ain't it

[Chris Ward]

You gotta know, that you can't take your life for granted

Cause it's a loaded game, out here on this lifeless planet

Smoke till my eyes get slanted, just to focus better

Thinking over pass times, when I wrote this letter

I just hope it gets better, for the future's sake

Trying not to make the mistakes, that I use to make

Been out in the streets, since the age of 17

And witnessed all type of bullshit, most have never seen

Damn near homeless, I slept on flo's slept in cars

Been through all kind of battles, nigga just check my scars

My backgrounds my resume, and my repitwa

That's why I walk the way I talk nigga, and wreck this hard

Please God, no more rainy days just sunshine

Cause me and my homies tired, of ducking one times

If I could I promise, I will put this gun down

But how can I, when I'm a soldier on the frontline