OG Kid Frost, Nino Brown, Levitti, Baby Bash - Speak on You lyrics

I can't speak for you
But, I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin

In this game so tough I be puffin
With them ballers like Frost who be hustlin
It's a struggle in this game
Tryin to get right
Got them haters want me dead
But I'm strapped tight
Ain't no thing where there's
Funk I be?long gone? And my paper, yes
I'm up until the bank is fund
Hit me good with a million dollar contract
And the struggle gave me muscle
Now it's time to pull back
Hit em hard on my pimpin card
Gotta hustle even though it's
Gonna be a struggle i can't speak for you
Can speak for me it's a struggle


But them ballers done bubbled

I can't speak for you
But, I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin i can't speak for you
But, I can speak for me
I'm out here bubblin, bumpin
Hustlin, hustlin

Now I appease my Marihuana
Can't stand my baby's mama
Cause all she wanna do is talk a
Gang of shit and start some drama
And yes, your Honor
You caught me with a half an ounce
Because my baby boy was starvin
He's all that counts
In my whole world I'm standin on shaky ground
Relate to thugs, servin dubs
Task wanna take me down
I went from dirt to rags, rags to riches
And even seen snitches dumped in ditches
The game is vicious, and not ficticious
It's real, player, checkin for that scrill
So I deal with that shit
Smokin on half a hill
Of that Bammer Bobby Brown Stress weed
My money's a mess
But as a player I must assess
The situation that I'm facin
I'm paper-chasin i'm in my twenties now
No tellin how much time I'm wastin
I'm caught up by the one-time
Have me doin dumb time
I shoulda heard Frost: 'Ain't no sunshine'

I can't speak for you
But, I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin i can't speak for you
But, I can speak for me
I'm out here bubblin, bumpin
Hustlin, hustlin

Yo, ain't nobody handed me no silver spoon
Strugglin, payin dues, singin
The blues, faded
Fucked up in my living room
Hopefully soon I can get
Up out this muthafucka
Called the homie Frost up, he said
"Keep your head up, " lookin fed up
Got a big trey, some big things
Million dollar g thing
But, I can't go back to slingin crack
Got too much pride for that
Now I gotta keep my game tight
With my chrome stripes
And like them chronic sacks comin
Up with them bomb raps
Gotta get them platinum plaques
And all that shit
Gotta get that meal ticket
Then I can really kick it
With all my homeboys and my familia
Hit me another lick real quick
Then I'm gonna go stick em up, stick em up
Breeze by the click
With at least one trick up they sleeve
And we gon' make these muthafuckas relieve
And you know we puttin it down like that
Nino B, the homie Frost and my cousin Beesh
Hah

I can't speak for you
But, I can speak for me
I'm out here strugglin, strugglin
Hustlin, hustlin i can't speak for you
But, I can speak for me
I'm out here bubblin, bumpin
Hustlin, hustlin

I take it one day at a time
I can't envision tomorrow
I came a long way since the days
Of 'Can you do me a?barro?' hey homegirl
Don't you know me? You knew me
When you tried to do me
Back in '93 when I was rollin
Like I owned several keys
To them hustlers and them g's up on my block
But now as the days go by
No longer do they jock
I'm just that old Chicano rapper
Still keepin shit real as ever
And hopin one day me and my
People get our shit together
The struggle's endless
But the hustle continues flowin
Sometimes it's senseless
But still my kids continue growin
And I got them bounce
Smash skills, oh homeboy, you didn't know it
You can't fuck with a real G like a poet
See, speakin on that other shit
Never got me nada
Nobody's trippin on static, man
All we want is dollars big dollars, man
Celeb status, fool ha ha ha
Yeah