Dooo ohhhhhh ohhh ohhh,
Dooooo ohhhhh oh,
Yeaaah yeaaaah.
I suffered through the years,
Right to the tears,
Caught up in the danger,
Blood of a ghetto seed
Anger before we preed
Game of a ballers son,
Wont let him punch me
Live my life on the run
Mystical honacies
Life in the devils scene
Trapped in my prophecy
Deceit before honesty
She was my only friend
Caution my enemys
Taught me to be a man
Promised me anything
Gave me the life to lead
Layed down and sheltered me
Walked through the fire and I she even did the time lied to the prosecute
Told him the allibie
Fron all the dirty money selfishly crucify
How do i pay the dues to make me qualify
Do i deserve the passion and pain she oftenly do to keep the family pure way from the hatreds hand
Promised a better man dropped to my knees and prayed,
Wishing my mother was here.
How can a hustler like me face the pressure and the pain?
Ah.
When deep in mah heart I know all I know is life in the ballers game.
How can a hustler like me face the pressure and the pain? (And the pain & the pain)
When deep in mah heart I know all Ive seen is life the ballers way.
He was a hustler, wantn to be a man
Living without a game plan so just slaying kay
Tho Never was the issue all he ever knew was time spending was bord to
Crime and everytime he let me in a family we traded war stories and riches,
Contemplated the millions shit and ghetto rules till life turns peter piper
Built a soljah now we see the hate and envy wouldnt wanna wish it on his enemy
When he gave to me the life sentence now we begging the lord for repence,
Cant save the little nigga murdered in his