Various Artists - Been a Long Time lyrics

[C-Murder] Let me see them 3's, put em up This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world Or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice (f** the world n***a you got a choice) On whether they wanted to be there or not In the ghetto it's k** or be k**ed, in a place called the street (ya heard me?) Chorus: C-Murder It's been a long time since a n***a showed me love I'mma make it - even if I have to spill a n***a blood It's been a long time since a n***a showed me love But I'mma make it even if I have to spill a n***a blood [C-Murder] I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes And will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time? I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love Fresh out of jail, hard to k**, took two shots and lived It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold And I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them n***as I'm checkin Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots Holdin meetings on the block a young n***a at the top And will I make it, out the ghetto, f** the future cause I'm usedta Doin what I'm doin right now, and this sh** will never stop Chorus [C-Murder] Two years I'm locked up like a b*tch I'm boxed up Hard times got me trapped n***a, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal n***a don't trip They're dead, ya heard me n***a serve me don't be like no busta These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues n***a I'mma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get n***a You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat Cause real life ain't on TV n***a, real life is on the street beotch Chorus 2X [C-Murder] It's been a long motherf**in time since a n***a showed me love C-Murder, C-P-3-k**er Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans The infamous ghetto, young n***as, will age well Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know It's war crimes baby, takin over the world Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto Will I die I don't know baby It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs So I just say to all the young n***as out there Goin through what I went through, there's a way out So keep your head high And keep your heat low, ya heard me? {*fades out*}