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Ice-t - I Must Stand Şarkı Sözleri
Ice-t
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nobody ever said life was gon´ be easy but damn..
[verse 1] just a kid, moms died when i was seven pops died, eleven, what´s up with heaven? it´s hell when you´re an orphan at a early age this impressionable stage, no love breeds rage in the heart of a child who never knew his roots looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin boots parkin caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk truckin diamonds and gold rubberbands around the bankrolls fly girls to make your head spin seemed they partied all night long i was like, "put me on" but they said, "little fellow, run and go play take your butt to school or else you´ll have to be like us one day" i didn´t understand, but i tried to get a job while all the players got the girls cause they´d hustle and rob i was like makin ´bout 1-50 a week and after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meat
and i know i can be better than this i gotta get me a car, man i gotta get a girl
i know i can do it out there, man i´m finna go for it, man i gotta get some money word
[verse 2] streets of anger, trouble and crime i had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometime but i never let another player see me down i kept my front up, my gear clean even when checkin minor green brothers knew my game was true so i hooked up with the real crew that knew excactly what to do bank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with tools pimpin hoes on the block checkin cash non-stop crack spots, armor with interior bars no lie, i used to own ´bout 15 cars every piece fila made drape my women in suede pavet piaget, cesar´s palace holidays it was on, crazy out of control we made up the word ´ballin´, that was how we rolled but the fbi had a-whole-nother idea it´s called multiple indictments for hundreds of years
what daff is dead? carter got 25 years? nah.. spike 35 to life? nah, don´t tell me b.o.´s dead, man i don´t wanna hear that, man i was just with him
[verse 3] the game is vicious, no retirement, you die young listen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun i get phone calls from condemned row brothers i ran with, brothers i really know they tell me, "ice you got much love in the pen you´re the one that got away, don´t wanna see you in" they tell me, "tell the little homies the deal don´t let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel" i marched two million strong in d.c. lookin eye to eye with brothers that i used to think below me damn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin days but god spared me, i got a baby son to raise and bein black ain´t easy, prejudice is real but health and liberty is all we need for us to build we gotta come together, unseparated check yourself like i did, blackman, because we´re all related
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