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Turk lyrics Growing Up lyrics (feat. Mickey And Christina) [Mickey] I ain't nothin but a hustler, I raised like that Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that Ol' G's taught us game, we was made like that Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac Laid flat My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin Me and brother didn't like tha way my mother was () So we promised to get my momma out Betta car, betta house And if daddy ain't gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life No heat, no light at tha crib at night Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night Cause them fiends'll try to steal yo life Muthafucka this Chicago Everything I live for, I die for Cash Money tha click I'll ride for Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn't fuckin wit me Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey Cash Money Millionaires nigga [Hook(Turk)] Growing up was hard in them project bricks I ain't gone even lie dawg I ain't neva had shit It was hard dawg wit out a father figure Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga [Christina] Nigga I'm from city where niggaz gang bang and shit Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit I tote em quick and make chickens get over Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over Shit I'm not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto Slimmy's pack simmy's, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart Hit tha roach, don't smoke, it'll have u senseless in tha ghetto Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto I'm glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto True divas neva settle for tha ghetto Come on, and that's real Cash Money nigga [Hook] [Turk] Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard Couldn't keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn't have funds In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn't have air Daddy wasn't even around like he didn't even care I ain't gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn't at all Used to keep a pair of tenny's for atleast 6 months When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock Didn't have no telephone or no cable box Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal Livin on welfare and my momma's pray Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin up [Hook] Other Turk lyrics: Bout To Go Down lyrics It's In Me lyrics Yes We Do lyrics At The Same Time lyrics Untamed Guerrilla lyrics One Saturday Night lyrics What Would You Do lyrics Project lyrics Freak Da Hoes lyrics Soldierette lyrics All Night lyrics Wanna Be Down lyrics Trife Livin' lyrics Hallways & Cuts lyrics |