(feat. Master P, Fiend, Mo B. Dick, and O'Dell)
[Chorus:]
[Mo.B Dick and O'Dell]
We won't be neglected
We won't be denied
We will not be hated
Cause we're hustlin to survive
Times so hard
Tryin to make it
Times so hard
Tryin to make it
[Fiend:]
Now all jokes aside
I'm having to realize I'm still breathing
Since a baby teasin i knew i was gonna live
Even reasons after celebrated seasons we was broke
Hope was selling dope
Or robbing these other folks
I know every bad confrontayion that we was facing
I'm a young black male what would you do in my situation
Lately dozen altercation that win like a deck of cards
Sayin we all out if you gonna accept the lord
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[Master P:]
Bad times my cousin had done
I sent two g's to his wife and son I'm sayin
Dear god dont take me
Why these b**hes and these n***as tryin ta break me
I see dead presidents my friends get bent and mama
In the ghetto tryin to pay the rent
In high school used to be kings and queens
Came home of a two now they jackers and fiends Ugh!
Survival play ghetto games
Lose your life these days for some yards or gold rings
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[Young Bleed:]
Can you visualize perfection in a section of a crib
And a yard full of ghetto kids
When i was dreamin and creamin and wasn't makin no money
Steady hustlin high to make it for n***as to die for me
Thats gonna forever be real
And n***a thats regardless feelin like I'm still in my faith
I'm hollowed headed and heartless
Balancing life on a triple beam and gambling with the arts of fate
And n***as got the nerve to playa hate
A young n***a in this game to survive with a 45
Lookin at the sky gettin so high n***a
Above the law with underguard right between the sky and the earth
Ain't touchin dirt claim to the dirty game for what it's worth
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