I Went From Lyrics
| Song | I Went From |
| Artist | Brotha Lynch Hung |
| Album | Lynch By Inch, Suicide Note |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brotha Lynch Hung ... | |
| Been a hard road | |
| Still walking this walk you know | |
| From over there to over here (still smokin') | |
| And its nuthin'.. | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| I went from selling dope to selling weed and CD's | |
| And doing little dirt for my BG's for green leaves | |
| I went from knee-deep, from stateline to stateline | |
| I had to make mine so I wouldn't have to take mine | |
| I went from playtime to robbin in the nighttime | |
| I went from daytime to mobbin on the bayline | |
| To Alcatraz it was taking chunks outta my ass still I | |
| I went from empty to a full tank of gass | |
| I went from filty to clean when my momma passed | |
| I changed and went from doing good things to drama fast it's strange | |
| I went from pain to gain I went from game to game | |
| I went from grain to grain, and went from the past | |
| To the present I went from artist to the president | |
| CEO Siccmade musicc is my residence | |
| I went from broke to fiendin' for dead presidents | |
| I went from no hope to king its all evident | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Sicx when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| I'm all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I went from hospitals to funerals to graveyards | |
| From Hell's Kitchen like Mel Gibson in Braveheart | |
| I went from they yard to my yard | |
| I went from having light scars to bulletwounds tight cars and silverspoons | |
| I went from the southside to the north to the eastside | |
| I let the meat fry, stress from eating pork | |
| I went from me ride to I ride | |
| I went from livin it up to writing notes that talk suicide do or die | |
| It's been a hard road I went from slamming cardoors to 6-4's to 2004's | |
| I went from blued out in clothes to never booed out at shows | |
| Who doubt the foe led toast | |
| I went from homies to enemies I went from gold weed to indonese | |
| I couldn't stop needing | |
| I went through every season I went through to every reason for nothing | |
| Plenty reasons to be touching the remedies | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Q-ball when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| I'm all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| I went from next to nothing to pressing button and black keys | |
| From 15 to 23 walking the streets | |
| From OE to no weed I'm paranoid | |
| They all tell me they love me, it's all null and void | |
| I play with toys, you know, shots to big Zo | |
| I went from 40 to 0 just to get hydro | |
| I went from him to him thats how the story goes | |
| Tearing from limb to limb touching the 44's | |
| I went from Sac to Chicago just to promote | |
| 200 dollars in my pocket looking hella broke | |
| Did the show and made 15 g's | |
| And don't you know I smoked 15 bleezies | |
| I went from I don't got enough its nuthin | |
| I went to damn I got it rough, where's the luck at? | |
| I went from hell and back I went from ballin in black to smelling up the | |
| Back alleys with Maui Wowee, I been telling you that | |
| Everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Big Dan when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I'm all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time (you know it) | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| You don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to E-Mill when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I'm all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to X-Raided when I spit this rhyme | |
| I'm sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I'm all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Jam Master Jay when I spit this rhyme | |
| I'm sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I'm all upon the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| That you don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Royal D when I spit this rhyme | |
| And I'm sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| All up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| One mo' time everybody | |
| Rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don't know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to No Love when I spit this rhyme | |
| I'm sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I'm all upon the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time | |
| (Tomorrow's gonna be different I swear this time) | |
| Watch out | |
| (Hey you got the cigarette? - Thanks homie) | |
| (Shots out to the homie A-Jay who's been down the whole album) | |
| (Hey lets continue this shit -- into the next ??) |
| zuo ci : Brotha Lynch Hung ... | |
| Been a hard road | |
| Still walking this walk you know | |
| From over there to over here still smokin' | |
| And its nuthin'.. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I went from selling dope to selling weed and CD' s | |
| And doing little dirt for my BG' s for green leaves | |
| I went from kneedeep, from stateline to stateline | |
| I had to make mine so I wouldn' t have to take mine | |
| I went from playtime to robbin in the nighttime | |
| I went from daytime to mobbin on the bayline | |
| To Alcatraz it was taking chunks outta my ass still I | |
| I went from empty to a full tank of gass | |
| I went from filty to clean when my momma passed | |
| I changed and went from doing good things to drama fast it' s strange | |
| I went from pain to gain I went from game to game | |
| I went from grain to grain, and went from the past | |
| To the present I went from artist to the president | |
| CEO Siccmade musicc is my residence | |
| I went from broke to fiendin' for dead presidents | |
| I went from no hope to king its all evident | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Sicx when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I went from hospitals to funerals to graveyards | |
| From Hell' s Kitchen like Mel Gibson in Braveheart | |
| I went from they yard to my yard | |
| I went from having light scars to bulletwounds tight cars and silverspoons | |
| I went from the southside to the north to the eastside | |
| I let the meat fry, stress from eating pork | |
| I went from me ride to I ride | |
| I went from livin it up to writing notes that talk suicide do or die | |
| It' s been a hard road I went from slamming cardoors to 64' s to 2004' s | |
| I went from blued out in clothes to never booed out at shows | |
| Who doubt the foe led toast | |
| I went from homies to enemies I went from gold weed to indonese | |
| I couldn' t stop needing | |
| I went through every season I went through to every reason for nothing | |
| Plenty reasons to be touching the remedies | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Qball when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| I went from next to nothing to pressing button and black keys | |
| From 15 to 23 walking the streets | |
| From OE to no weed I' m paranoid | |
| They all tell me they love me, it' s all null and void | |
| I play with toys, you know, shots to big Zo | |
| I went from 40 to 0 just to get hydro | |
| I went from him to him thats how the story goes | |
| Tearing from limb to limb touching the 44' s | |
| I went from Sac to Chicago just to promote | |
| 200 dollars in my pocket looking hella broke | |
| Did the show and made 15 g' s | |
| And don' t you know I smoked 15 bleezies | |
| I went from I don' t got enough its nuthin | |
| I went to damn I got it rough, where' s the luck at? | |
| I went from hell and back I went from ballin in black to smelling up the | |
| Back alleys with Maui Wowee, I been telling you that | |
| Everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Big Dan when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time you know it | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to EMill when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to XRaided when I spit this rhyme | |
| I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Jam Master Jay when I spit this rhyme | |
| I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all upon the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Royal D when I spit this rhyme | |
| And I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| All up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| One mo' time everybody | |
| Rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to No Love when I spit this rhyme | |
| I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all upon the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Watch out | |
| Hey you got the cigarette? Thanks homie | |
| Shots out to the homie AJay who' s been down the whole album | |
| Hey lets continue this shit into the next nbsp?? |
| zuò cí : Brotha Lynch Hung ... | |
| Been a hard road | |
| Still walking this walk you know | |
| From over there to over here still smokin' | |
| And its nuthin'.. | |
| Verse 1 | |
| I went from selling dope to selling weed and CD' s | |
| And doing little dirt for my BG' s for green leaves | |
| I went from kneedeep, from stateline to stateline | |
| I had to make mine so I wouldn' t have to take mine | |
| I went from playtime to robbin in the nighttime | |
| I went from daytime to mobbin on the bayline | |
| To Alcatraz it was taking chunks outta my ass still I | |
| I went from empty to a full tank of gass | |
| I went from filty to clean when my momma passed | |
| I changed and went from doing good things to drama fast it' s strange | |
| I went from pain to gain I went from game to game | |
| I went from grain to grain, and went from the past | |
| To the present I went from artist to the president | |
| CEO Siccmade musicc is my residence | |
| I went from broke to fiendin' for dead presidents | |
| I went from no hope to king its all evident | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Sicx when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I went from hospitals to funerals to graveyards | |
| From Hell' s Kitchen like Mel Gibson in Braveheart | |
| I went from they yard to my yard | |
| I went from having light scars to bulletwounds tight cars and silverspoons | |
| I went from the southside to the north to the eastside | |
| I let the meat fry, stress from eating pork | |
| I went from me ride to I ride | |
| I went from livin it up to writing notes that talk suicide do or die | |
| It' s been a hard road I went from slamming cardoors to 64' s to 2004' s | |
| I went from blued out in clothes to never booed out at shows | |
| Who doubt the foe led toast | |
| I went from homies to enemies I went from gold weed to indonese | |
| I couldn' t stop needing | |
| I went through every season I went through to every reason for nothing | |
| Plenty reasons to be touching the remedies | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Qball when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| I went from next to nothing to pressing button and black keys | |
| From 15 to 23 walking the streets | |
| From OE to no weed I' m paranoid | |
| They all tell me they love me, it' s all null and void | |
| I play with toys, you know, shots to big Zo | |
| I went from 40 to 0 just to get hydro | |
| I went from him to him thats how the story goes | |
| Tearing from limb to limb touching the 44' s | |
| I went from Sac to Chicago just to promote | |
| 200 dollars in my pocket looking hella broke | |
| Did the show and made 15 g' s | |
| And don' t you know I smoked 15 bleezies | |
| I went from I don' t got enough its nuthin | |
| I went to damn I got it rough, where' s the luck at? | |
| I went from hell and back I went from ballin in black to smelling up the | |
| Back alleys with Maui Wowee, I been telling you that | |
| Everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Big Dan when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time you know it | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to EMill when I spit this rhyme | |
| Sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to XRaided when I spit this rhyme | |
| I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| And realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Jam Master Jay when I spit this rhyme | |
| I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all upon the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| So everybody rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| That you don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to Royal D when I spit this rhyme | |
| And I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| All up in the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| One mo' time everybody | |
| Rise with me | |
| Realise with me | |
| You don' t know whats on my mind | |
| Shots out to No Love when I spit this rhyme | |
| I' m sloppy off the X when I writ this rhyme | |
| And I' m all upon the cut when I hit this dime | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Tomorrow' s gonna be different I swear this time | |
| Watch out | |
| Hey you got the cigarette? Thanks homie | |
| Shots out to the homie AJay who' s been down the whole album | |
| Hey lets continue this shit into the next nbsp?? |
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