Ghostface Killah And Trife Da God

Ghostface Killah And Trife Da God - Struggle lyrics

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[Chorus: sample]

All my life, it's been one big struggle

Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...

[Ghostface Killah]

Yo, I was born and raise in New York City

The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jay's and the Biggie's

Ralph Icey's, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high tech

Our appearance is we still in the grind, and direct

But on my side of town shit's gorilla, phone booths is broke

Behind the building niggaz on post

What up Doc? What up Lord? I'm chilling

These motherfuckers got my name and my face

Placed up in every building

You see what that do to the children, that ain't right

I've been raised in these projects, damn near, all my life

And these faggots wanna do this to me, I'ma lay low

And blow that cop, son, you watch, no lie, word to my momma, dunn

They don't want the drama, thunn, 'member me in '86?

Knocked out four cops, got knocked on the outer bridge

Bagged me with two clips, a fifth of Bacardi Dark

I spared them, cause all of them left with they body parts

I'm not crazy; I'm lulu, I will Larry Davis these spades

You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu

The Culture Pound'll go thru dude, and ricochet off his shoulder

Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles

Fuck it..

[Chorus]

[Ghostface Killah]

I'ma tell ya motherfuckers something, my struggle is real

Threw ketchup on my rice, cause there was no meat with the meal

My dog was better off alone, he ate when I ate, if not days later

Two weeks old cold shit, straight out the refrigerator

Ran away a few times, then boom, went to Dee and fried them

Prior to that, burning rulers, we was getting high in the Hill

So many cracks we done crushed up in dollar bills

It's a shame, didn't smoke once plain; don't pass me that

I had escaped that, then dust took over

Hit bags of red devil, bundels leaking, had put the hood in a coma

Hustling backwards and off balance, turkey and cheese hero's

And nutriments, kept a nigga belly full

Fresh cut and fresh kicks, thinking it was cool, now I'm telling you

A grown man still in the struggle, vouch for my brothers too

And sisters, all across the globe, fuck the past

Fix the future, I'm sent here to spread the message, come on

[Chorus]

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