[Merc]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Young Merc
For all my youg n***as (All of my young n***as)
On the block, Naa mean (On the block)
Going hard (Blow hard n***a)
Yo I was raised in poverty (in poverty)
Yeah, life was hard
Growin up 'round, k**az and hust-lers
I used ta, sit on the porch
Watch pops smoke luports
Trying when he was going to get his next bag to snort
I just sit back, deep in thought like (man)
Wishin I had a plan to make him a better man
But I can't, but that's what made it worse
Then I started smokin weed and hustlin work
I turned to the streets, fifteen, mind on cash
Highschool fliest n***a in the cla**
Why all y'all was studyin trying to pa**
I was tryna, get the pa**, to cut out and get a**
I was always ahead of my time
Neighbours in the hood said I be locked up
Or dead by twenty-five
But still I, Ride, wit my head high
Knowin I'm a young thug and I will survive
[Chorus: Merc]
I can't stop (I can't stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I'm livin (Knowin this life I'm livin)
It's either d**h or prison (It's either d**h or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)
[D.O. Cannon]
Uh, the ghetto
We prayin, Lord
All of my thugs be given strength
POV sh**ty
You ain't gotta show me love when I'm wearin the glove
And I just found out my man done chick slugs
And my man rever diss touch down
Means alot of n***as on the streets ain't really gon eat right now
Man I'm so mad dog, I can't tell you why
If the Lord don't bow down I'll murder the damn sky
I'm to hot for this sh**, please calm me down
I stay doing right, I stay doing wrong
I stay huggin my moms I lost in eighty-nine
I'm still bangin that nine I had since eighty-nine
You n***as feelin my vibe?
Man it's hard to walk, man it's hard to talk
Dog I keep quiet
Cuz playas wear wires when we start to bring the riot
I'm tired of this sh**, take me now
I'm gon be back in a minute dog don't hate me now
I heard the streets wanna smoke me
Dog, I'm to lokey
It's murda
[Chorus: Merc]
I can't stop (I can't stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I'm livin (Knowin this life I'm livin)
It's either d**h or prison (It's either d**h or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)
[Black Child]
Word to god, Yeah
I was only twelve when I first went to jail
Locked up and sparked it, f**ed up and heartless
My moms had a habit, heron and acid
A bad lil' basterd always needed my a** kicked
A five member family living in one room
Cookin on hot plates, eatin on plastic spoons
I don't esagerate, or imaginate
I had to go to jail to graduate
Growin up in Foster homes, You Fosters own
I had to get up, get out and get my own
n***as was throwin bricks I'm tossin stones
Then I floss the chrome, the boss is home
But the block is gone, the cops is wrong
Yellow got paralyzed, Little Jemel died
Put me in hell and I still rise
Put me in the chair I'll fry
Do my whole twenty-five
[Chorus: Merc]
I can't stop (I can't stop)
I gotta keep it movin (I gotta keep it movin)
Knowin this life I'm livin (Knowin this life I'm livin)
It's either d**h or prison (It's either d**h or prison)
Hard livin
(Repeat Once)