| 作曲 : Beale, Beale, Cooper, Cox, Moret | |
| (feat. Kaillion) | |
| (Chorus-Shaffar) | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way | |
| (Verse 1-Napoleon) | |
| It's been hard on us, day by day | |
| Watchin my step gotta play where I lay | |
| Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out | |
| It's this thang I'ma protect myself and blow his brains out | |
| Cold on the streets never talk on the phone | |
| And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home | |
| But that's hard black, why? | |
| Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face | |
| smilin and shit but you don't know that | |
| And I don't know why that nigga jealous of me | |
| When he could do the same shit that pay me | |
| In the streets breed a lot of killaz | |
| That's why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers | |
| But they don't feel us when we're drownin in our own blood | |
| And they don't know when we go home it's no love | |
| So what's the use of us carin and shit | |
| And that's the reason we buy guns, load 'em up and spit 'em at shit | |
| (Chorus-Shaffar) | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way | |
| (Verse 2) | |
| (Young Noble) | |
| I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends | |
| The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams | |
| He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever | |
| Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever | |
| Nuts in the streets my roots ain't nothin but deep | |
| Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat | |
| Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers | |
| Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us | |
| (Mil a.k.a Hellraza) | |
| I was raised when I cried in the household | |
| Turned me into a nut | |
| But these niggaz didn't know | |
| Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets | |
| I knew all about a gun 'cause my background was deep | |
| A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run | |
| It's a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums | |
| This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come | |
| I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don't fear none | |
| (Chorus-Shaffar) | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way | |
| (Verse 3-Kastro) | |
| I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind | |
| What more can I say it been that way a long time | |
| And anybody, who think that rude | |
| Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food | |
| I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun | |
| And told me life is what you make it | |
| And stripes you gotta take them | |
| It took a while for me to over stand | |
| I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man | |
| And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong | |
| But ya'll niggaz don't hear me though | |
| My souljah story, for glorious pain | |
| While I'm game you niggaz playin, played out and lame | |
| This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt | |
| And I'm so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt | |
| I search out the truth, and that shit worse | |
| I swear it's a curse that the church can't nurse, come on | |
| (Chorus-Shaffar) | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
| zuo qu : Beale, Beale, Cooper, Cox, Moret | |
| feat. Kaillion | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way | |
| Verse 1Napoleon | |
| It' s been hard on us, day by day | |
| Watchin my step gotta play where I lay | |
| Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out | |
| It' s this thang I' ma protect myself and blow his brains out | |
| Cold on the streets never talk on the phone | |
| And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home | |
| But that' s hard black, why? | |
| Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face | |
| smilin and shit but you don' t know that | |
| And I don' t know why that nigga jealous of me | |
| When he could do the same shit that pay me | |
| In the streets breed a lot of killaz | |
| That' s why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers | |
| But they don' t feel us when we' re drownin in our own blood | |
| And they don' t know when we go home it' s no love | |
| So what' s the use of us carin and shit | |
| And that' s the reason we buy guns, load ' em up and spit ' em at shit | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Young Noble | |
| I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends | |
| The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams | |
| He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever | |
| Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever | |
| Nuts in the streets my roots ain' t nothin but deep | |
| Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat | |
| Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers | |
| Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us | |
| Mil a. k. a Hellraza | |
| I was raised when I cried in the household | |
| Turned me into a nut | |
| But these niggaz didn' t know | |
| Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets | |
| I knew all about a gun ' cause my background was deep | |
| A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run | |
| It' s a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums | |
| This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come | |
| I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don' t fear none | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way | |
| Verse 3Kastro | |
| I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind | |
| What more can I say it been that way a long time | |
| And anybody, who think that rude | |
| Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food | |
| I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun | |
| And told me life is what you make it | |
| And stripes you gotta take them | |
| It took a while for me to over stand | |
| I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man | |
| And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong | |
| But ya' ll niggaz don' t hear me though | |
| My souljah story, for glorious pain | |
| While I' m game you niggaz playin, played out and lame | |
| This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt | |
| And I' m so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt | |
| I search out the truth, and that shit worse | |
| I swear it' s a curse that the church can' t nurse, come on | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way |
| zuò qǔ : Beale, Beale, Cooper, Cox, Moret | |
| feat. Kaillion | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way | |
| Verse 1Napoleon | |
| It' s been hard on us, day by day | |
| Watchin my step gotta play where I lay | |
| Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out | |
| It' s this thang I' ma protect myself and blow his brains out | |
| Cold on the streets never talk on the phone | |
| And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home | |
| But that' s hard black, why? | |
| Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face | |
| smilin and shit but you don' t know that | |
| And I don' t know why that nigga jealous of me | |
| When he could do the same shit that pay me | |
| In the streets breed a lot of killaz | |
| That' s why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers | |
| But they don' t feel us when we' re drownin in our own blood | |
| And they don' t know when we go home it' s no love | |
| So what' s the use of us carin and shit | |
| And that' s the reason we buy guns, load ' em up and spit ' em at shit | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Young Noble | |
| I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends | |
| The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams | |
| He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever | |
| Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever | |
| Nuts in the streets my roots ain' t nothin but deep | |
| Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat | |
| Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers | |
| Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us | |
| Mil a. k. a Hellraza | |
| I was raised when I cried in the household | |
| Turned me into a nut | |
| But these niggaz didn' t know | |
| Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets | |
| I knew all about a gun ' cause my background was deep | |
| A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run | |
| It' s a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums | |
| This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come | |
| I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don' t fear none | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way | |
| Verse 3Kastro | |
| I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind | |
| What more can I say it been that way a long time | |
| And anybody, who think that rude | |
| Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food | |
| I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun | |
| And told me life is what you make it | |
| And stripes you gotta take them | |
| It took a while for me to over stand | |
| I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man | |
| And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong | |
| But ya' ll niggaz don' t hear me though | |
| My souljah story, for glorious pain | |
| While I' m game you niggaz playin, played out and lame | |
| This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt | |
| And I' m so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt | |
| I search out the truth, and that shit worse | |
| I swear it' s a curse that the church can' t nurse, come on | |
| ChorusShaffar | |
| So many stories in the city I live in | |
| I soak up the game, that everyone plays | |
| I' m not the one so when they get caught sleepin | |
| Out for the glory, there' s so many stories around my way |
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