Carlos "6 July" Broady - Journey Through the Life lyrics

[Nas] Yo, Yo [Puffy] Gansta, Gansta [Nas] Gansta Yo [Puffy] That's Right [Nas] Journey Through the life of some real n***as [Puffy] Some real n***as, You'll never see what I've seen [Puffy] When I sleep I dream of bodies in streams of blood Naked b**hes, dead n***a's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my ho close to me, she s**y Every night is different p**y since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps, sh** I kicks just not lyrics I hold a fifth, wonderin' if ten shots can stop spirits If n***a's try to rob me then I won't hear it Cause it's different from the streets, I'm missin' my hood now Missin' all the blocks cuz I'm surrounded by woods now It's supposed to be good now It's like I'm walkin' tight rope and can't look down Fire below me Now the fantasies I have for women are unholy Success, thousand dollar bottles impress Models with fat a** and big breasts Floor seats, Knicks vs. Nets, private jets Millionaire heir to Antigua, with Ananda, the MTV diva Nas, how do we survive all this mess? (I didn't survive) East vs. West the rap game where words became flesh A whole pound of herb won't desolve my stress Still I ride to the d**h, love hip-hop Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? f** to the rock Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write about the black experience, sell it to Marimax Tell me if you feelin' that 1 - [Lil' Kim & Joe Hooker] Take a journey through the life of these real n***as The things that they seen it would thrill n***as If you've seen what they've seen, you would wonder Through the rain and the pain and the thunder By the time that you realized that it's goin' down You may find yourself going underground When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there's no one that we can trust [Beanie Sigel] You can never see what I see, motherf**er Beanie Sigel, the realest n***a from the streets was taught Stay cased up n***a, stay deep in court Reminiscin' on that cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, cause the meat was poor Ya'll n***as couldn't live my life, I've been through it Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid Two bullets hit my leg, one pa**ed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life's no joke, I don' played dice with soap Upstate the case n***as slice your throat Wear your boxers in the shower when you gaurd your soap I done seen the biggest n***a's in the yard get broke I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall Took blocks to Wall for box of raw What you think 33 in the Glock is for? Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars C4, block your doors, n***a's can't stop this war I show you f*ggots what this Swatz' is for Hidding spots in the door for the Glocks is for Read the papers, '94 I took the cops to war Half of ya'll n***as livin' a lie Only reason you switchin' up your droid is cause you keep gettin' robbed I looked that n***a in the eyes before I send him to God Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, the realest n***a alive Repeat 1 [Nas] Aiyo, Aiyo, Gansta, Gansta The Bible has words that Christ wrote, evil men sacrifice goats I speak all my life under oath Since a kid, troublesome Thrownin' sh** at little girls jump ropes Bustin' B-B Guns at stray cats, that was way back Watched it die, covered in flies Then I picked up a stick, try to dig in it's eyes Makin' dirt pies, na, being buggy-eyed sh** And every other n***a that rap, sound like my sh** I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip I don't shoot it, I roll with k**ers and criminals With h**n habits they picked up from the penile They let you have it, all I do is give them a smile Lifestlyes of the realest, you ain't ruthless you b**h I got a pine box just your size, I know it'll fit Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen k** yourself, come back as a man over again Cause in this lifetime I'm reignin', slay men Leave your whole body cold Your nails grow long, you get gray skin May this n***a rest in peace, Amen I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin' Names engraved in the pavement Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof n***a get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth New York streets made me n***a, it's crazy n***a Repeat 1