UNCLE MURDA - My Shoes lyrics

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INTRO: I grew up in a tough neighborhood and we used to say you can get further with a kind word and a gun then you can with just a kind word.

I dont care if these niggas is used to wearin louis, gucci, jordans , timberlands... you couldnt walk a block in my shoes homie!

These nigga's ain’t been

Through half the shit that i’ve been through

To get this money and these cars and these jewelry

Oh yall don’t know what i went through

I remember nights,

being on the block it was so slow

had me saying to myself

This shit ain’t worth running from po-po

I remember nigga trya make a sandwich we needed bread

Mama got me knock the neighbough door askin for bread

Looking to their face like I hope they give it to it

next week neighbor knocking on our door askin sugar

I’m looking at their face and they hoping that we got it

and we do so we give it cuz they help when we ain’t got it

you tuned into a nigga that started from the bottom

No silver spoon shit i grew up in the projects.

This for niggas that got it but remeber when they did

No new friends only day one niggas is with em

Sometimes your closest friends is who you gotta watch

he mad at you cuz you put 50G's on a watch

He expectin you to buy him one too but you didnt

you be with him every day but you dont know what he be thinking He ready to pull that knife to stab a nigga back

You think it’s all love when you hug him after a dap

I’m the kid of all folk's hating in the projects

They talked about me when I walk by like why i ain’t die yet

I was in that labe try to move that rolli

Watching me go up stairs watch oprah and call the law ( channel 7)

Yeah I know who called them, for what though I don;t know why

That’s why I bullied they grand-kids when they came outside

I had a hundred grams feeling like a had a brick

Dropped out of school them teachers wasn't teaching me shit

Kids across the street doing the same shit

Now I got beef with nigga's I was in the first grade with

We all use to eat free lunch in the summer time

But it ain’t enough money here for a ...

Tired of going upstaris in them pissy the elevators

And Im the kid pissing in them elevators

Know niggas that’s doing time for niggas

When they needed loyal money aint’get a dime from niggas

Nothing, death before dishonor ain’t they still ain't speaking

If you and my homies got more time than big meech

This kid i used to look up to turn into a rat

It feels crazy when I see em' and don't give em' daps

Couldnt’ keep his mouth open shut when he got to the pen

Got nigga twenty five to life cuz he can’t do ten

The first time I saw a man cry

Was in the court room when the judges gave him 25

These nigga's ain’t been

Through half the shit that i’ve been through

To get this money and these cars and these jewelry

Oh yall don’t know what i went through

I remember nights,

being on the block it was so slow

had me saying to myself

This shit ain’t worth running from po-po

That was back when

The bitches use to payme no mind (no mind)

And now they'll fuck a nigga

She’s just a friend of mine

A nigga came up my name rings bells now

You know them haters still hating

They wanna ee me dead or in jail now ...

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