N.O.R.E. - What I Had To Do lyrics

rate me

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Peace to my street niggas, my hand to hand dudes

That follow mad rules and give out samples

See, I was you ten years ago, but blood shed, times served many years ago

Brown skin but I can mix with a Spanish group

I’m half of that, so half of that you can’t recruit

You can’t find nothing to live for, you should find something to die for

Therefore you should never hang around thieves

‘Cause you are who you hang with like trees to the leaves

I used to sell dope to the dope fiends

And crack to the crack heads by all means

Hustling, getting money was a part of me

Ran through my blood like some veins and the arteries

Apparently the streets fell in love, wanna marry me

Down the alley, carry me ‘cause

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

I got the dope man blues

Still out here paying dope man dues

So come on take a walk, go fit my due man shoes

So I can show you motherfuckers how the dope man do

Got niggas I’ve been down with deep

What I say that they down, don’t sleep

I still got blood stained hands from my home boys

That I lost to this fucked up plan, goddamn

I think if I had one last wish, I won’t ask about this shit

And resurrect the ones run down in the streets, gunned down

Put to sleep one round now

Imagine your cocaine sold out

You get reckless and get your brains blown out

The street life so deep but we might not eat

Dead men don’t speak and revenge is so sweet

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do

Y’all, I grew up like a rag of the dark, so what?

So be proud about it, this is what I got to do