Been living on your own, just hard to conceive it
That you on the right track, out pursuing that knowledge
But a few years back I couldn’t see you in college
You was all out perpin’, brought a gun in the house
My first thought was to take it, give you one to the mouth
But never that, we’ve been through way too much
I always try to give advice but not say too much
Try to lead by example, getting high
I had some nerve telling you stay out the street while I was slangin’
But I always preferred you do what’s smarter than me
You didn’t have to prove nothing being harder than me
You helped mom at the cleaners
Stayed away from misdemeanors
I was proud of you then, please believe I still am
Don’t let the world get you down, throw you off your program
Life is hard, even harder for the young black man
If it gets rough, roll a blunt and puff some old slow jams
I know every man with a badge is probably a punk
But don’t ever risk your freedom just to throw one punch
Let a coward be a coward, he has to deal with his past
I know these pigs deserve it, but give ‘em a pass
I know you wanna keep it gangsta, just do it with class
Above all remember this, no matter how big you get I’m still your big brother and I can whup your ass
- Murs, “Brotherly Love” (DJ Southpaw “Bottoms Up Vol. 1”)
I don’t believe y’all some killers, I need some proof
Y’all just some Baby Boys like yrese and Snoop
Studio killers, I’ll swiss cheese you in the booth
Have Al Sharpton in there, like, “We need the truth”
Stop fuckin’ with me – that’s what y’all need to do
Call your mama house, I need to speak with my boo
I need to choose, my girl or alcohol
Man, that pussy wasn’t all that after all
Alcohol, sex, and violence stay on my mind
You a swordfish, I’m a walking Playboy mind
Like y’all rappers in the club, I’m thuggin’ out another section
While y’all are still in the no-fucking section
These women love me ‘cause I’m far from fake
Make ‘em bust two or three and do the Harlem shake
- Beezel, “The Keyword is Durty”
I stay packin’ like Green Bay, or a nigga travellin’
And all that yappin’ get caskets filled like Easter baskets
I do ball, move weight like U-Hauls
In the trap servin’ white circles like Q-balls
I’m a grown man, posted up like Yao Min
Now that I’m ballin’ niggas trying to get on my team
I love bread with a bunch of red chicks
And I like long money so you can call me breadstick
So don’t fuck with me, my cannon is loose
I’ll pop a nigga and show up at his funeral like Bishop in Juice
I’m comin’ down with cell phones big as Nino Brown’s
But I ain’t taking over the Carter, I want your town
I went from serving nicks and dimes to movin’ big tons
I got more bricks in the basement than ten Big Puns
I rep Duval til a nigga blow my brains out
Til then, bitch, I’mma let my nuts hang out
- Joey Cash of the 904 Click, jcash904@aol.com
He went from a kid doin’ regular street things
Straight to a street king
Takin’ over the city block by block
Breakin’ down bricks servin’ em rock by rock
He’s everything a young gun wanna grow up to be
But if only those young gunz could see
That murder, money, and lust is slowly murdering us
‘Cause the drug game ain’t what it used to be
So look deeper when they paint you a picture and try to sell you a dream
‘Cause a lot of these drug lords turn to the Feds or turn into fiends
The crack game ain’t everything its cracked up to be
Now that same cat that was a neighborhood celebrity
Is coppin’ rocks off the new kids on the block
At the same time tryna school ‘em
But these hoodlum’s heads is harder than the rocks he’s doing
Hustlin’s like a drug, it got withdrawal symptoms
And if you know this you won’t skip pain
But you will gain wisdom, and wisdom gains power
Don’t let your life go sour over powder
Not only did my father used to deal dope
He used to do the dope he used to deal
I’m just keepin’ it real
Now my father doesn’t have shit, I don’t have shit
We don’t have shit ‘cause he didn’t stack shit
With all the money he made, he didn’t think for one second to put money away
That’s ‘cause his mind was tattered with white thoughts
He’s lucky he didn’t end up outlined in white chalk
The only thing I gained from my father is knowledge of the street game
And I hope that y’all follow this
I can’t say that I haven’t sold weed or cocaine, but I can say this:
Money that comes quick leaves quick, and y’all better believe this
‘Cause this I’ve lived and witnessed
Catch a couple of charges, now you’re on the law’s shit list
Now you’re forced to do business until this business does you, of course
“Cause you can die from doing dope or dealing dope, either or
You choose the road that you follow
And you choose the people that you look up to as role models
I know a lotta hustlers, but I won’t mention no names
‘Cause they’ve still got cases pending
Some are even appealing life in the cage
At least they made it past the first stage, they passed a certain age
Hustlin’s like AIDS, at first you’re infected with HIV and then it’s full-blown
Only difference is, instead of havin’ no immune system
You become immune to the system of having dough by dealin’ blow
It’s a fast life, and even if you survive your mind will die slow
Dirty money attracts dirty things
And if you’re ready to deal dope
I hope you’re ready for the murder game, ‘cause that’s what it brings
I’m not a preacher, I’m not tryna preach, no
I’m not a teacher, I’m not tryna teach
But yet like a faucet I’m tryna leak info to these youngin’s and their kinfolk
And let ‘em know there’s more to life than a key of coke
If you used to push weight than you can relate
‘Cause you already had a taste of hustler’s withdrawal
- Pitbull, “Hustler’s Withdrawal” (“Pitbull Unleashed Vol. 3” mixtape)
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