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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 bullsh-t
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 sh-t 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 n-ggas, never asking for nothing
it ain’t take us long, to peep what’s going on
the broke n-ggas 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 f-ck with crack
but d-mn, being broke i can’t f-ck 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 n-gga living, trying to sip and ball
and even though these streets wet, i can’t slip and fall
i ran with k!llas pull triggas, up out they stacks fo’
and if they broke, they hitting your back do’ with the mackno
f-ck 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 n-gga could lose his life, over a gl-ss 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 p-ss 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 bullsh-t, most have never seen
d-mn near homeless, i slept on flo’s slept in cars
been through all kind of battles, n-gga just check my scars
my backgrounds my resume, and my repitwa
that’s why i walk the way i talk n-gga, 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

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