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hip hop - charlie ray lyrics

[intro: c*ray]
yeah
word up
it’s b*easy
yeah
more silly in the house
yeah
west coast in the house
northwest in the house
5*0*9 in the house
got the tri in the house
put your love on something

[verse 1: c*ray]
every now and then i sit back and recollect
on how n*ggas never have a lack of disrespect
and how n*ggas spitting in the faces of cats with amazing grace
when all they trynna do is make a haven
a safe place to raise they fam and eliminate the middle man
but little mans kinda hungry so you hit the gas
and pound the pavement with urgency at the same time trynna refrain from burglary
cause going crooked is only gon’ book ya in the system
and now your son’s asking why his pops is missing
just take a intermission and clear your thoughts brother
cause you don’t wanna be the one living off others
and i don’t mean a bum
i mean a thief, grazing streets, but won’t last for long
thanks to those police statements, it’s like a lose*lose
unless you’s the who’s*who
it’s like the streets are playing voodoo
and you the doll with the pins through it
but at the same time you gotta have a grin hoping that you’ll see your ends to it
your son’s the only thing keeping you in check
and keeping you from beating you to death but to see you lose your breath
sometimes it seems easier than debt
even if they see you do your best
but indeed you don’t forget where you came from
and you gotta try your hardest to live your life right so you can raise one kid
[chorus: c*ray]
we ain’t giving up
we got dreams trynna live it up
we fall down, yeah we getting up
and hard times we don’ seen enough
but this is hip*hop
and we gon’ keep the train going till the sh*t stop
we ain’t giving up
we got dreams trynna live it up
we fall down, yeah we getting up
and hard times we don’ seen enough
but this is hip*hop
and we gon’ keep the train going till the sh*t stop

[verse 2: chris davis]
every now and then i sit back and reflect
how people seem to hate what they can never perfect
swear to god, that i love this music to death
so i keep the dream alive in me with every breath
realest sh*t you ever heard, coming out this oldest mouth
look at me with crooked eyes like i came a slaughterhouse
deal with hate
the pain sometimes is bothersome
really wanna quit cause really i’m a fathers son
i’m scared to be a man, i hope that i can father one
give away the pain i know inside a heart there’s some
so i grab the pen, take time, write again
the music is my drug, cold as beef my vicodin
this is life, bloated, loaded, never getting noticed
let my lyrics paint the picture, see that life wrote it
always strive for more knowing i ain’t break threats
started bumping, took a set of singles in my tape deck
that was a while ago
waiting for my style to roll
walk my 8*miles till there’s so so many miles to go
fell weak
now i choose to think strong
grab the pen and lose sleep writing till my ink’s gone
through this music, releasing all the pain and rage
live for thirty minutes free, right there on the stage
never stop though at times i feel battered
living as a dead poet that is ill*mannered
[chorus: c*ray]
we ain’t giving up
we got dreams trynna live it up
we fall down, yeah we getting up
and hard times we don’ seen enough
but this is hip*hop
and we gon’ keep the train going till the sh*t stop
we ain’t giving up
we got dreams trynna live it up
we fall down, yeah we getting up
and hard times we don’ seen enough
but this is hip*hop
and we gon’ keep the train going till the sh*t stop

- charlie ray lyrics

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