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Still Standing

アーティスト:Goodie Mob  アルバム:Dirty South Classics  作詞:BARNETT ROBERT TERRANCE/BURTON THOMAS DECARLO/GIPP CAMERON F  作曲:BARNETT ROBERT TERRANCE/BURTON THOMAS DECARLO/GIPP CAMERON F 

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This for the soldiers (soldiers) Stay strong my niggaz (gangsters, players) Stay up my niggaz (real niggaz) Leavin the cut in a rage Loadin up my Mac, goin to my crib, to get my 12 gauge One of my boys just got shot huh, Fuckin around in that million dollar spot A educated brother Didn't have no money for college he was taught the street knowledge Part of the plan to keep us fightin in the street instead of becomin a strong black man Every two weeks I see Sam pitchin out my check with no respect but I still don't give a damn Becaause I GOTTA make my dough My kill, rocked down, til I started seein cash flow Everything happens for a reason, choose the season to commit the perfect treason Who brought me -- to the land, of unfree man To move about and catch trout, by the dozens Even had my cousin locked down at the feet shackled A one-way seat, to Milledgeville Nigga this real how can you kill another when it's your brother? Still Standing I never thought about talked about what I did Just experimented life as a young Gump Them days long gone school bells done rung no mo' Spendin hours at the house in my favorite chair Slow mo', custom funk fingerprinted to carry a hucklebuck Feelin stuck with the art that my skin carries, scary If I ever had to plot again, needin my stick Gidgets to pidgits moves to Philly and the crew? Nothin else to prove fold a plot like chrome Salt lick teddy bears in the college student's room Speed, Gipp got that too Watch that dude inspect that fool Still Standing all together Unscathed cause this is pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play Still Standing, unscathed, cause of pain This for soldiers to feel MC's, are running out of things to say Radio stations are running out of songs to play On the sick side of South Central 33rd Avenue, block 600 Workers have wash and car details The ese's got the fresh Chevrolet's for sale Twenty G's or better, the whole neighborhood tanked up What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered They beseiged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run the creeps Y'all can have the streets, asphault caught many suckers slippin on wet floors we puttin out the signs on krokers, C-I, T-Y such a pity Bein suckled dry, like a newborn


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