Thin C - Stayin' Alive lyrics

[Layzie Bone] Yeah yeah Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights It's a little bit safer during the day, when the kids is out to play But when the street lights come on you better be takin that a** home Doin our dirt up under the sun, but the moonlight is dimmer January down to December through the spring, fall and winter You learn to survive, in the ghetto, better take than get took Sellin that yayo on the corner n***a better break or get booked Look, po-po is on that a**, them jackals is on that a** It's the crackheads that make the laws but it's the n***as you got to blast Cause they cutthroat, and sheisty! One-eighty-seven the lesson the n***as that's frontin they might be The only way a n***a make it out of the ghetto and that's real Combat on contact, n***a k** or be k**ed - swear fo' God Thug life is serious, my heart is near and dear to this So many pause to understand this, I wanna smoke the cannibus Can't forget the hood, cause they represent the struggle right Money, women, power, respect; that's just a soldier's life [Chorus: Thin C.] You can tell by the way that I get this dough And I crack my toes I'm a hustler babe Tell by the way that I talk my talk And I walk my walk I'm thuggin baby I, I, I, I'm, sayin alive - stayin alive I, I, I, I'm, gettin mine - mean green [Layzie Bone] Green light Caddy coupe, stackin like it's Mercedes Benz Malibu's and heavy Chevy's, every day we stackin ends Some n***as take on the bridge while other n***as they fumble wit it Make it out and start a business while other n***as they crumble wit it Need work? Well come and get it, best believe I got mine I represent for the O.G.'s and the hustlers that got time City sets the attention from one jumper to the next jumper Land breathe easy, we always ready to rumble Ain't it a wonder, how I keep from goin under And they tell us we should shoot for the stars (that's some bullsh**) But it ain't no wonder, when you feel the pain and thunder Motherf**ers'll rather shoot up your car (motherf**er!) See by the church it's a liquor sto', by the liquor sto' it's a crackhouse All in the pot of gumbo, now you know what we rap 'bout Ain't no vaccine for crack fiends, just pipe dreams ain't no rice Do yo' thing it's yo' life, I'ma ball up under the city lights [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] Some of these n***as I grew up with is n***as that I don't f** with I done came up and they ain't so n***as be on some dumb sh** They hatin me and my hardwork, my territory is standard I'm connected down in A-T-L, from Tennessee to Kansas Hell yeah I planned this, I was tryin to get off the block Slang rap or slang rocks, keep it movin or get popped Non-stop, was my hustle mode, constantly grinding Get it so much I'm on the nuts I guess I'm just, grimy Find me, showin love, dippin with Mississippi thugs Look at me I'm grippin my nuts, get it if you got the guts Code to the streets say, f** a "he say she say" Do a n***a face to face from the suburbs to the PJ's Never give no leeway, n***a better believe me I always had to put in work, sh** ain't never been easy I guess I'm livin just to love for the city And if you want me n***a come and get me, you feel me? [Chorus] [Layzie Bone] Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights