C-murder - Who Really Cares lyrics

[Chorus:] [x2] Who really cares I was raised on welfare A little sh**ty a** n***a Nobody else cares Who off to grab me My mamma couldn't find me So, I said f** it I was hustling while I was rhyming [Verse 1:] No house No food No eat Hunger pains had a n***a just praying for sleep A need deep in the street Just a n***a live cree Just a n***a live pa** the beat, no meat Ain't there's red beans and rice So ye, it was a f**ed up life I'm walking round and pissing pampers all night Alright, that's how the seeds been planted The baby ganster empty handed Now let me be a little kind I'm stranded in the projects Coke with us No playing Don't pay us Don't feeling safe, okay There's no way That little kid like me will miss the chance To get a second chance My n***a, a second I plan a picture I can't, earn a good rocks,a book rocks And the ice box get slain by my white socks And if the cops hit the blocks Don't be smiling when I got them When they leave imma throw up in the box, that's me [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Who really cares by the way we was raised In the streets and the A n***as trying to get payed Getting money from utilizing that criminal waste Cause a lot of time, being a criminal pays Gotta get it so them fam can eat And the system ain't design for we n***as So we turn to the streets The streets turn a n***a strate to a beast Even eat or get ate And there's ain't no way I'm gonna end up at a place So we're damn, we're crook I'm chasing the ticket Going out there, gonna get it They ain't come back with us Know what's it like not to have sh** And see n***as with it Had to figure out a way That I'm finna gon get it n***as keep the tool on there foot From them other n***as from tripping Tryna catch a n***a sleeping When they try, imma k** him But that's just the way us n***as is living Due to certain circumstances Just working with the sh** we was given, n***a [Chorus] [Verse 3:] In my life I can't let a n***a cross the line Cause if he cross that line I'm have to off that 9 I'm have to toss that hat I make it cough and spine Ye I loss a clip But his house bigger than mine Gotta keep them n***as in line That's how we coming in zip code Ziploc bates Boy we cut them we pistols And I miss those n***as dead that I love And my home is with a L Like a porch boy glob See we know that forever we would mug the system I know you got your people And I know you really miss them Restrictions, between the cops and the blacks I remember uncle boy got popped At the bus stop Must not let the streets just take me under When I'm full of that sh** Sometimes it really makes me wonder People so innocent can become an animal There's so much venjohn within And murder many man [Chorus]