Fiend, Prime Suspect, Master P, MTYKI - Itch or Scratch lyrics

[Fiend, Prime Suspect, Master P, MTYKI - Itch or Scratch lyrics]

Niggas, see this one here?
You see this one here?
Goes out to every soldierette
And every soldier
Cross the motherfuckin' board
I don't give a fuck where you from
It's how you come if you want the hook up
This how it's goin' down
Prime Suspect, Fiend, and Mac
Y'all gonna feel this

Niggas get your scratch
Bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest
Fo' they take ya

P, I wasn't made for this world
I'm in it like lifetimes before mine
For sure, crime, ya made me?
Then grudgenly enslave me yeah, ya paid me
But barely enough to meet my reach
Took it from me
So all I got is Billboard reciepts
To each, his own
I thought my peace was with my chrome
But is knowin' my homies souls
The rest are gone hip is on
When my mama go to work for the early morn
Rappin', but my extra muscle
Hustles for my unborn
All alone, dealin' with some types of risk
That nigga, Riley Smith, made murder
One hundred and fifth
Now get this, how can I ease the pain?
And if you got the hook up, put your boy
Feet in the game (Uhh)

Niggas get your scratch
Bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest
Fo' they take ya

So what you want soldier?
Close your eye, make a wish
Nigga tryin' to come up
Is like tryin' to drown a fish
When the drama run up, nobody wanna enlist
Sun down, sun up, we handle minds like this
Soldier rag, in this what the fuck
Lookin' and never shook
Flip the wrong page on me, I'll close ya book
Hold the po' for us
Got the 5-0's to show for us
Up in the backseat, we cuts loose
And up these handcuffs
And spit, this for my nigga Meeks
Still in the hood
Told me to give him the hook up
Shit ain't lookin' that good
I lay my live down, pray, god judge my heart
Forgive me for sins
I was only playin' my part
I've been to war before
But survival is never for sure
Will I make a million bucks
Or will they bury me poor?
I never know, so I'm dessed up
When I walk the city streets
To keep the heat, for peace I'm on the seat
21 at least nigga

Niggas get your scratch
Bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest
Fo' they take ya

Will your scratch get snatched
In a murder cap?
Nigga snake crack, watch they own back
And it ain't about rap
We bring the noise, lost boys with no cause
Slangin' toys, for the fact
We jack and kidnap
We wanted by the big boys

Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given
Ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin' still find time to
Smile through it all
Prayin' up to the good lord, humbley yours
And it hurt
Cause the ooze man is pure at heart
Got the game from the start
Hopin' it don't tear me apart

Young black deliquent with a ghetto smile
He want it, I want it
I ain't the only nigga on it
Only nigga hungry
A trooper tryin' to make it better
For me and mine, within my time
So when they take my lifeline, don't trip
I lived it to the fullest
And made every kind of man feel
Glock wehn he pulled this

Niggas get your scratch
Bitches get your paper
Soldiers live life to the fullest
Fo' they take ya

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