C.M.L. - Blessing II Da Streets lyrics
[C.M.L. - Blessing II Da Streets lyrics]
Aye it's time to talk to y'all niggas man
You niggas think I owe you something? Aight
I know a lot of niggas fake
I cut the head up off of snakes
I went broke and got rich
A lot of niggas can't relate
Tears rolling down my face
Shackled up behind them gates
When my brother lost his life
We turned up the murder rate
Homies beefing over bitches
That's the shit I stay away
I can't sleep until I'm platinum
I just hope I stay awake
Taking trips out of town, foreign cars
Paper plates they ain't want to let me in
So I had to make a way
I pray to God every night
They just gave my brother life
Hit him with the 3 strikes
He's still putting up a fight
And I'm sliding for my nigga
If he wrong or he right
On parole riding dirty
I'm a felon with a pipe
I seen his daughter last night
I told her it's gon' be alright
And she prolly don't believe me 'cause
Most of these niggas lie
The way she look me in my eye
Make a nigga want to cry
Until your daddy come back home
Your uncle gon' be on your side
FBI, working overtime, I'm praying I survive
They say my brother killed my brother
That shit hurt me deep inside
And I miss lil B
He was with me before he died
Niggas say they want me dead
But everyday I be outside
On parole with this choppa
I ain't got no time to hide
I'm God in the streets
They want to see me crucified
They shot Dreda 10 times
You know it's do or die
We flipped they hood like a
Hurricane when lil died
Mama lost me to the streets
That's the only time she cried
Seeing Jayge in that casket
Was the first time I died
Niggas go to jail and change
So I ain't saying free the guys
Niggas should of been the opps the
Way they playing both sides
Run and tell 'em niggas that
Since you want to be a spy
You can get your ass whacked
For acting like you want to die
The way you speaking on my name
I know you getting high
Nigga white around the mouth
Nigga pockets all dry
If it's on then it's on
I ain't asking you why
Four and Frank out the window
On the passenger side
Click click boom, then we trashing the ride
Leave 'em at the light
Then we passing 'em by
Another lost soul, another mama crying
Tony Rome say I'm going hard
I told him I ain't trying
I just blew through a couple M's
And I ain't even lying
Waking up in cold sweat, hearing FBI sirens
And he got five kids, they got took by CPS
I just took her 10 bands
I just hate to see she stressed
She ain't never stole from me
She just want to see me blessed
And she break down in tears when
She see me in the jets
I'd die and go to hell before
You see me with my ex
She rather see me dead before she
See me with a check
The homies hating on me rather
See me up in debt
Or doing life in jail before they
See me on the jet it's a cold, cold game
I done slept up in the rain
I endured so much pain
But, I'm the only one to blame
I was real when I was
Broke, but now I'm fake, i got some chances
We was kids everybody know
I fed the whole gang
Same nigga who had all the
Bitches letting us run trains
The same nigga at my mama
House teaching y'all the game
The same nigga in the
Alleyway selling cocaine
And still SOE, Starz Over Everythang, nigga
You niggas think I owe you something? Aight
I know a lot of niggas fake
I cut the head up off of snakes
I went broke and got rich
A lot of niggas can't relate
Tears rolling down my face
Shackled up behind them gates
When my brother lost his life
We turned up the murder rate
Homies beefing over bitches
That's the shit I stay away
I can't sleep until I'm platinum
I just hope I stay awake
Taking trips out of town, foreign cars
Paper plates they ain't want to let me in
So I had to make a way
I pray to God every night
They just gave my brother life
Hit him with the 3 strikes
He's still putting up a fight
And I'm sliding for my nigga
If he wrong or he right
On parole riding dirty
I'm a felon with a pipe
I seen his daughter last night
I told her it's gon' be alright
And she prolly don't believe me 'cause
Most of these niggas lie
The way she look me in my eye
Make a nigga want to cry
Until your daddy come back home
Your uncle gon' be on your side
FBI, working overtime, I'm praying I survive
They say my brother killed my brother
That shit hurt me deep inside
And I miss lil B
He was with me before he died
Niggas say they want me dead
But everyday I be outside
On parole with this choppa
I ain't got no time to hide
I'm God in the streets
They want to see me crucified
They shot Dreda 10 times
You know it's do or die
We flipped they hood like a
Hurricane when lil died
Mama lost me to the streets
That's the only time she cried
Seeing Jayge in that casket
Was the first time I died
Niggas go to jail and change
So I ain't saying free the guys
Niggas should of been the opps the
Way they playing both sides
Run and tell 'em niggas that
Since you want to be a spy
You can get your ass whacked
For acting like you want to die
The way you speaking on my name
I know you getting high
Nigga white around the mouth
Nigga pockets all dry
If it's on then it's on
I ain't asking you why
Four and Frank out the window
On the passenger side
Click click boom, then we trashing the ride
Leave 'em at the light
Then we passing 'em by
Another lost soul, another mama crying
Tony Rome say I'm going hard
I told him I ain't trying
I just blew through a couple M's
And I ain't even lying
Waking up in cold sweat, hearing FBI sirens
And he got five kids, they got took by CPS
I just took her 10 bands
I just hate to see she stressed
She ain't never stole from me
She just want to see me blessed
And she break down in tears when
She see me in the jets
I'd die and go to hell before
You see me with my ex
She rather see me dead before she
See me with a check
The homies hating on me rather
See me up in debt
Or doing life in jail before they
See me on the jet it's a cold, cold game
I done slept up in the rain
I endured so much pain
But, I'm the only one to blame
I was real when I was
Broke, but now I'm fake, i got some chances
We was kids everybody know
I fed the whole gang
Same nigga who had all the
Bitches letting us run trains
The same nigga at my mama
House teaching y'all the game
The same nigga in the
Alleyway selling cocaine
And still SOE, Starz Over Everythang, nigga