Fred Izzo - Shackled Up (Izzo Remix) lyrics

(verse 1) Every day is a struggle for a thug in da streets of life anymore Waking up, no food, no water, life is a joke, being poor No I dont wanna be poor poor any more more no no So I hustle, I gotta make that money money yea green paper in my brown paper bag Still poppin pills and slangin dro in a sandwhich bag U know wat im talking about, if ya live a thug life Times of life when I should of died by a piece But I guess it wasent my time, wats wrong wit dis nation, won't let me shine Where's da peace ? Demonds ereasin my grind grind grind Shout out to all my peepz Let me scream out rest in peace.. One time for my people that was living now they in da grave yard now they decesed My grand daddy My daddy My step daddy Uncle terry Uncle june Heather Jessy Quincy Heidi Jeanna Manda I miss ya 1 more time rest in peace, to ya... Yea if its cold outside, and ur hustlin outside Look nation see wat ya got us yungsta doing ? A white rapper amergin, f** a hater, ya booin ? I give a f**, no need to duck duck no no no One day im a turn loco The wrong person is gonna ask me was up Im a f** around and beat his a** Shoot his a** And be shackled up (verse 2) Its a murderous mind state when you dont give a damn Im tryna do good, and live by da good hand But I got to much evil surrounding me got damn It s**s big balls, living life in a jam, no heat in da winter, no air in da summer, im freezing like ice, im roastin like ham Dont wanna be shackled but da life im living now is not good I keep living and porceeding the way I do, the out come won't be good I should change my life and change the way I look at things but I was raised from da hood I could make music, slang d**, sipp cold k**a and be nutten but a bum, but dat ain't good 22, 1 10 10 according to the quija I won't make it to see 23, not good A lil white boi who has dreams of making it big and leaving da hood So many people judge me, so many people hate me, so many people say I won't succeed, not good Lived a f** up life, child hood and memorys, should of died by a knife But I didn't yet Bet I won't make it to 5 21 10 I think da reapa, is coming to collect my soul wit his shyfe Free me of all my sinns Always up to no good, getting treated bad, not good. so many tears dat I neva unleashed Izzo white bone skelton, mis understood (verse3) To all my homiez on lock down I get on my knees, and bow down If it wasent for yallll, I wouldent have my crown. (izzo tha king) I remember I was a lil baby teen, smoking green, staying lean, pockets was over flowing wit green Rollin wit my cousins, the dillengers, aaron and joey wow what a team Toked my 1st blunt and still stayed clean I was f**ed up...looking all mad, walking outside Jumping on my bike, I remember bumpin M-J Bad Stunnin, no frontin, I had...dibbs All the neighbor hood kids we was strollin on 2 bright rims Juz cruzing all highed up, we didn't give a f** man Mackin on dem hoz, dippin from da po poz, keepin sh** on da lo loz Man sh** was hood back in da day Now half my ninjaz are locked away Wat more can I say U couldent pay me enuff to fake wat I say My sh** is real, and if ya got something to say, im down for da mentally k** Real talk, I dont wanna be shackled up, but wit my nine, u will be out lined in chalk So shout out to all my real boyz And all my homiez on da lock