Lyrics

FOR MY NIGGAS

Verse 1: B-Star
What up niggas? I?m just another dude from the block
Walk through and get bruised in L Park
Where the cats sling rocks and pose on shopping carts
And keep an ice grill on that?s enough to stop hearts
From beating; and niggas do their sets in the park
Ain?t nothing to walk to the jets down the block
And post up in teen night with Ms Vickie.
Shorty snuck in the closet to give me hickies.
Hoodies, jeans and timbs a sack full of sticky
Every other day somebody plotting to get me
But its all good, L Park was a small hood
If one rolled then we all would
Whether short or tall, big or small, soft or hard
We all fought it out in the yard
I went from Ewwww who?s that?
To Ooooooo who?s that?
A fly dude who can use the tracks
Yeah

Chorus:
B-Star:
This is for my niggas on the block that?s hustling to live
And doing what they do to feed their kids
ILL J:
This is for my niggas in the struggle
That?s tryna make a living, tryna stay outta trouble
Yeah
B-Star:
This is for my niggas in the street
That?s carrying the heat
And doing anything just to eat
ILL J:
This is for my niggas in the jail
That?s locked up in the cell
Twenty five to life with no bail

Verse 2: ILL J
In North Philadelphia born and raised
And on the block is where I spent most of my days
Niggas chilling out smoking the haze
At the corner store
Cops wondering what we standing on the corner for
I?m comin from Cayuga street
Where niggas don?t fight they just use the heat
I use the beat to tell niggas how I feel
And how I?m real
And how we still tryna get a deal
There ain?t much hope when you living in the hood
That?s why they try to pull you down when you?re doing good
I lived in a hood in North Philly called Nicetown
But that?s a lie man it really ain?t a nice town
Then we moved down the street into Germantown
Where most of the homes look like somebody burnt it down
Everytime I turn around somebody getting clapped, man
When you leave the house yo you gotta be strapped, man

Chorus:
B-Star:
This is for my niggas on the block that?s hustling to live
And doing what they do to feed their kids
ILL J:
This is for my niggas in the struggle
That?s tryna make a living, tryna stay outta trouble
Yeah
B-Star:
This is for my niggas in the street
That?s carrying the heat
And doing anything just to eat
ILL J:
This is for my niggas in the jail
That?s locked up in the cell
Twenty five to life with no bail

Verse 3: B-Star (first half)
Yo I figured in my life time I had a choice in doing mine
It was either play ball or rhyme
Street dreams, not to be surrounded by the white lines
Your life is not like mine
Why you think I write rhymes?
Just to take away the stress
Life should be easy take away the test
It?s a mess that I had to be a product of the streets
But that?s how it be in LP
Yeah

ILL J (second half)
Yo I?m out the hood now but I still go back
And now I can afford to buy a real throwback
And the crack heads still smoke crack
And I already know what happened when I hear the steel go clap
And the money, they working to get it
You can get mugged in a minute
Man it ain?t worth it, cause they?ll mug any person to get it
I?m from P-H-I-L-L-Y, nigga

Chorus:
B-Star:
This is for my niggas on the block that?s hustling to live
And doing what they do to feed their kids
ILL J:
This is for my niggas in the struggle
That?s tryna make a living, tryna stay outta trouble
Yeah
B-Star:
This is for my niggas in the street
That?s carrying the heat
And doing anything just to eat
ILL J:
This is for my niggas in the jail
That?s locked up in the cell
Twenty five to life with no bail