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young tony - life in parma court lyrics

[intro]

yeah
listen up for a minute
just wanna make it
i’ve been through the hard times
i’ve been through the tough times
and the good times seem to end so fast

[verse]

n+ggas gonna give me a flower when i die (right)
but never get give when a n+gga still alive (word)
i look through the eyes of a man that’s crazy
dedicated to the block that raised me, karma
raised by a lady
lost my father to the law, but my life’s far from a soap opera
real n+ggas don’t cry ’cause of no problems
real n+ggas stand back up and keep walking
and money keeps talking, driving me nuts
like i don’t know that poverty struck
we stuck on the hood, feels like we all out of luck
i sold drugs, even cleaned floors for a buck
i’ve done it all
i don’t enjoy doing dirt, it hurts, but it works
the crime pays so i put it first
and n+ggas gotta eat, along with the n+ggas on my street
we move as a team ’til we reach our dreams
(?)
[chorus]

and my hood’s like (and my hood’s like)
a place where (a place where)
real n+ggas start grinding from daycare (from daycare)
it ain’t safe here, go on home it ain’t safe here
parma court n+ggas never play fair (play fair)
and everybody wanna test my gangster
everybody wanna test my chamber
go ahead n+gga (go ahead)
it’s your life, you can sacrifice if you like (if you like)
but why would you wanna die?

[verse 2]

i got n+ggas that’ll k!ll for me, steal for me, when sh+t gets real, open the grill for me (grill)
this is a real story, my life and times
i went from a life of crime to the life of rhymes and
lost a lot of blood in the mix
had a little beef with the bloods and the crips
i ain’t choose sides, i got my own thugs on the strip that’ll ride till we die
my dawgs by my side

[spoken+word interlude]

f+ck the rapper for a minute man
let me recognize my n+ggas that helped me coming up
too many to start naming
but you know all the n+ggas upon record
’cause i never had no father man
mommy was my daddy and she can’t do everything daddy can do
so i had to go to the block
yeah, poor record
[chorus]

[outro (spoken+word)]

what up boogs(?), turk, cookies, chef? what up man?
what up tev man(?), k man, hack(?), young chris? what up man?
what up blitz, jamer(?), junior, stunna(?)? what up man?
what up machine(?), nine nine, j+love webster? what up man?
what up chunky, freddie, charles, stock(?)? what up man?
what up pestle(?), buju(?)? what up man?
my n+gga pork(?), drake, dave, rush, (?) what up man?
no sweat
brass tacks syndicate
yeah
and my young boy lee j, rest in peace bigga
free j and tek(?) man
yeah
rest in peace bigga

- young tony lyrics

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