Cocoa Brovaz - Still Standin Strong lyrics

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Steele]

Yea, yea back up in here smoked out

strickly trees, strickly trees

ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves

swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us

for my dogs in a cut

doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds

maintain stayin' strong.

[Steele] ((Tek))

[Day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more]

[get up get dressed and prepare for war]

((yo the wars wit everything outside your door))

[it's a rude awakening but it's more in store]

[Tek]

when I walk through Brooklyn people show me love

went over to GA people showed me love

went to North Carolina they showed us love

even went to California and got love from thugz

and it's all good big up to all the neiborhood

that came to see Tek and Steele when ever they could

but remember the struggle continues after the (?)

watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you getinto

theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental

gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what this gettin' ment to

last week my man put a pistol to his temple

I said nah son not that, thats to simple

one little niggie on the block sellin' crystal

next little niggie got shot up on Bristol

'nother little niggie lock, cause they blew the whistle

last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister

this little niggie be hard to find

mind don't makin' it in this day and time

do what we have to criminal Illegal

stayin' alive strivin' wit my people.

[Steele and Tek]

In days of our lives they try to make ends meat

to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets

Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef

I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat

tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall

tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall

cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park

you can get your life got in day the or the dark.

[Steele]

I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up

Calastetic get me right so I'll be niceup

cause when you feel fit ya feel nice

beware of the tricks and the fools paradise

like the wicked mind youth with them gun pound clocked

who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot

want to get, what I got, roll the lah that I cop

rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop

but death me fear not, cause the most high guides I

bless me wit protection as the years pass by

conquerer, mighty rasta,

let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya

as i meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes

breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes

to my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates

livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes

for ya need, do whateva the deed

watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves

Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills its all real

gotta maintain cause the sun don't chill.

[Tek and Steele]

In days of our lives we strive to make ends meat

to search for tommorrow got us walkin' the streets

Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef

I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat

tryin' to stay strong, tryin' not to fall

tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall

cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park

you can get your life got in day the or the dark