Boss Hogg Outlawz - It's So lyrics

Yeah, huh.. (Kyleon) Sometimes I ask myself, what is life like What would I be without this rap, without a mic life Or will I die young, like my partna Mike like Won't get to see my girl grow, and see what a wife's like But my life's alright, no I ain't finished yet I just got started, I ain't ready to end it yet I'm 24 years old, I ain't even beginned it yet I just started having money, I ain't got a chance to spend it yet I wanna be a millionaire, but I'm losing my life line My ticket out this ghetto, is for me to write rhymes I know I can get this money, if I write rhymes Opportunity knocked for me, at the right time Cause I was losing hope, getting sick of this bullsh** Losing my faith, not listening to preachers and bull pits God pulled my card quick, nope no more pain mayn Sunshine for now, no more rain mayn (Slim Thug) I grew up around a bunch of gang bangers, and caine slangers Stayed in danger, cause I played with strangers Was born and raised by gangstas, taught by the hood Proud of my block, everyday fought for the hood Stand up kid, ain't too many did what I did Saw half the sh** I saw, or lived like I lived When my mama went to work, my brother went to work In the kitchen, pyrex shifting till it hurt I watched him grind, fascinated by the cash Patiently waiting, for my time to mash Never tagged along, see I had my own gang We had our own ideas, on how to get this change We did our own thang, small time hustling Some young n***az, never asking for nothing It ain't take us long, to peep what's going on The broke n***az was weak, while the rich was strong we got it on (Lil Mel) By all means I had to get it, I'm a hustler black This rap thing what I dreamed, don't wanna f** with crack But damn, being broke I can't f** with that And being po' ain't what I hoped, so I hustled stack Have nuts have money, that's the code in these streets And when my money got low, I was holding the heat I'm just a young n***a living, trying to sip and ball And even though these streets wet, I can't slip and fall I ran with k**as pull triggas, up out they stacks fo' And if they broke, they hitting your back do' with the Mackno f** worrying bout haters, cause that'll freeze em up That's what the heat is for, guaranteed to heat em up These streets bad and yeah lil' daddy, from has-fect A young n***a could lose his life, over a gla** set It'll take a cell in a jail, for us to do some mad thinking That's how it is that's how it go, I know it's sad ain't it (Chris Ward) You gotta know, that you can't take your life for granted Cause it's a loaded game, out here on this lifeless planet Smoke till my eyes get slanted, just to focus better Thinking over pa** times, when I wrote this letter I just hope it gets better, for the future's sake Trying not to make the mistakes, that I use to make Been out in the streets, since the age of 17 And witnessed all type of bullsh**, most have never seen Damn near homeless, I slept on flo's slept in cars Been through all kind of battles, n***a just check my scars My backgrounds my resume, and my repitwa That's why I walk the way I talk n***a, and wreck this hard Please God, no more rainy days just sunshine Cause me and my homies tired, of ducking one times If I could I promise, I will put this gun down But how can I, when I'm a soldier on the frontline