Ghostface Killah - Struggle lyrics
[Ghostface Killah - Struggle lyrics]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised in the slums of trouble
I'm all
Yo, I was born and raised in New York City
The home of the Yankees
The Jam Master Jays and the Biggies
Ralph Iceys, Jet mags, cops surveillance
It's high-tech
Our appearance is we still in the grind
And direct
But on my side of town shit's gorilla
Phone booths is broke
Behind the building niggas on post
What up, Doc? What up, Lord? I'm chilling
These motherfuckers got my name and my face
Placed up in every building
You see what that do to the children
That ain't right i've been raised in these
Projects, damn near, all my life
And these faggots wanna do this to me
I'mma lay low
And blow that cop, son, you watch
No lie, word to my momma, dunn
They don't want the drama, thunn
'member me in '86? Knocked out four cops
Got knocked on the outer bridge
Bagged me with two clips
A fifth of Bacardi Dark i spared them
Cause all of them left with they body parts
I'm not crazy I'm lulu
I will Larry Davis these spades
You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu
The Culture Pound'll go thru dude
And ricochet off his shoulder
Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles
Fuck it
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised in the slums of trouble
I'm all
I'mma tell ya motherfuckers something
My struggle is real
Threw ketchup on my rice
'cause there was no meat with the meal
My dog was better off alone
He ate when I ate, if not days later
Two weeks old cold shit
Straight out the refrigerator
Ran away a few times, then boom
Went to Dee and fried them
Prior to that, burning rulers
We was getting high in the Hill
So many cracks we done crushed
Up in dollar bills it's a shame
Didn't smoke once plain don't pass me that
I had escaped that, then dust took over
Hit bags of red devil, bundels leaking
Had put the hood in a coma
Hustling backwards and off balance
Turkey and cheese heros
And nutriments, kept a nigga belly full
Fresh cut and fresh kicks
Thinking it was cool, now I'm telling you
A grown man still in the struggle
Vouch for my brothers too
And sisters, all across the globe
Fuck the past fix the future, I'm sent here
To spread the message, come on
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised in the slums of trouble
I'm all
Born and raised in the slums of trouble
I'm all
Yo, I was born and raised in New York City
The home of the Yankees
The Jam Master Jays and the Biggies
Ralph Iceys, Jet mags, cops surveillance
It's high-tech
Our appearance is we still in the grind
And direct
But on my side of town shit's gorilla
Phone booths is broke
Behind the building niggas on post
What up, Doc? What up, Lord? I'm chilling
These motherfuckers got my name and my face
Placed up in every building
You see what that do to the children
That ain't right i've been raised in these
Projects, damn near, all my life
And these faggots wanna do this to me
I'mma lay low
And blow that cop, son, you watch
No lie, word to my momma, dunn
They don't want the drama, thunn
'member me in '86? Knocked out four cops
Got knocked on the outer bridge
Bagged me with two clips
A fifth of Bacardi Dark i spared them
Cause all of them left with they body parts
I'm not crazy I'm lulu
I will Larry Davis these spades
You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu
The Culture Pound'll go thru dude
And ricochet off his shoulder
Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles
Fuck it
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised in the slums of trouble
I'm all
I'mma tell ya motherfuckers something
My struggle is real
Threw ketchup on my rice
'cause there was no meat with the meal
My dog was better off alone
He ate when I ate, if not days later
Two weeks old cold shit
Straight out the refrigerator
Ran away a few times, then boom
Went to Dee and fried them
Prior to that, burning rulers
We was getting high in the Hill
So many cracks we done crushed
Up in dollar bills it's a shame
Didn't smoke once plain don't pass me that
I had escaped that, then dust took over
Hit bags of red devil, bundels leaking
Had put the hood in a coma
Hustling backwards and off balance
Turkey and cheese heros
And nutriments, kept a nigga belly full
Fresh cut and fresh kicks
Thinking it was cool, now I'm telling you
A grown man still in the struggle
Vouch for my brothers too
And sisters, all across the globe
Fuck the past fix the future, I'm sent here
To spread the message, come on
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised in the slums of trouble
I'm all