Uncle Murda - Down bad lyrics

I was down bad I was fu*ked up I was hurting ni**as ain’t know it tho’ Still made it look good Watching ni**as turn-up I was stressed out I ain’t show it tho’ I was staying at ah chick crib She went through my phone saw text messages now the b***h wanna kick me out Back in the trap wit it Wit da gang Juug’n and finessing some s**t I gotta figure out I was down bad I was fu*ked up I was hurting ni**as ain’t know it tho’ (the way I move you couldn’t tell!) Still made it look good Watching ni**as turn-up I was stressed out I ain’t show it joe’ (head high chin up n***a!) I was staying at ah chick crib She went through my phone saw text messages now the b***h wanna kick me out (I un’know no Keisha!) Back in the trap wit it Wit da gang Juug’n and finessing some s**t I gotta figure out I was acting like it’s all good (I was fronting!) But it wasn’t all good ni**as ain’t know I was going thru’ some s**t (going thru’ it!) All I had was ah hundred grams (dats it!) Way I put my drip together had ni**as thinking I was moving bricks (dey’ thought I was ‘Money Making Mitch’!) Wasn’t looking for ah hand-out I ain’t never fixed my mouf’ to ask a n***a ‘let me hol’ sum’n?’ (I ain’t never ask nobody for s**t!) I know ni**as got it I coulda got it but I un’want ni**as running round’ feeling like I owe em nuttin’ (I gotta a lotta pride!) I rather starve first If I think ya got it and ya say ya don’t I’m ah feel a way (how you expect me to feel!?) I ain’t talking bout my main-ni**as Talking bout dem other ni**as dat be around but really in da way Now you looking like food n***a Have me waiting by ya crib stick out wit ah hoodie on (yea son live right dere’!) Click-Clack-Boom n***a I’m da reason n***a’s don’t trust others n***a’s wit hoodies on (goddamn!) I was down bad I was fu*ked up I was hurting ni**as ain’t know it tho’ (I was doing better than y’all jock tho!) Still made it look good Watching ni**as turn-up I was stressed out I ain’t show it joe’ (head high chin up n***a!) I was staying at ah chick crib She went through my phone saw text messages now the b***h wanna kick me out (I un’know why shortie texting my phone!) Back in the trap wit it Wit da gang Juug’n and finessing some s**t I gotta figure out I was down bad I was fu*ked up I was hurting ni**as ain’t know it tho’ I was down bad I was fu*ked up I was hurting ni**as ain’t know it thooo’