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It's Hell (Explicit)

Field Mob
2002-10-224:29 minLetras sincronizadas

"It's Hell (Explicit)" es una canción de Field Mob, 2002, Pop. La canción dura 4:29, 109 lines / 867 words.

Letra

0:01Stay up
0:02Hold ya head up
0:09It's hell in the streets boy
0:11Hold your head young n***a cause it's hell
0:14Kalage
0:22I'm sittin' in the courtroom stomach full of butterflies
0:25Somebody help me cause my life is in the Judge eyes
0:28They got me for a Humbug and that's some bulls**t
0:31I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit
0:34Stressin' to help me seemed like I was born by mistake
0:36While the races dominate got me victim to the Legislate'
0:39I'm playin' for kicks hustle and rob reefer it medicated my mind
0:43*****the World we cried
0:44My mamma died in 92 so crazy what the *****to do
0:47Daddy smokin' hard and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
0:50I'm starin' at the celin' can't take too many blows
0:53The pain be killin' got the silence up through my nose oh
0:56These people want to hurt me my momma dead so *****'em
0:59A small timer on the rise so nothin' I feel
1:01To my n***as in the county I might do a bit with ya
1:04Boy in the streets I don't care with ya my n***a
1:07Cause it's hell
1:08Livin' off a thug money things ain't swell
1:11Don't believe me go and ask my boys in jail
1:13When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
1:15Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks
1:18My n***a
1:18Cause it's hell
1:19What we gotta go through and only time will tell
1:22When the pain is over I'm down on my knees
1:25Lord keep watchin' over
1:26I'm lookin' for a better way
1:28And I that's all I gotta say
1:30Boondox
1:30Now I was born broke but I'll be d**ned if I'm a die that way
1:33Love my momma can't deny that face
1:35And as a child everynight I prayed
1:37For a rap record deal man sometimes twice I'd say
1:41Lord save me take me away from here
1:4420 to 9 and I've been sellin' yay' for years
1:47But why we had a house and couldn't keep it
1:49Why we evicted
1:50Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret
1:52Why I gotta rob
1:53Why my pappi ain't gotta job
1:55Why I ain't graduate
1:56Why through high school I didn't have a date
1:58Why I had to masturbate
2:00Why I'm wearing hand me downs
2:01Why I'm in and out of jail
2:03Why I let my family down
2:04Why my uncle died
2:05Wish it would've been me
2:07He ain't rob he ain't hustle should've been me
2:10Preacher man could you pray for me faithfully
2:13When God comes lay him his herbs tell him wait for me
2:15It's hell
2:16Livin' off a thug money things ain't swell
2:19Don't believe me go and ask my boys in jail
2:21When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
2:23Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks
2:25My n***a
2:26Cause it's hell
2:27What we gotta go through and only time will tell
2:30When the pain is over I'm down on my knees
2:33Lord keep watchin' over
2:34I'm lookin' for a better way
2:36And that's all I gotta say
2:37Kalage
2:37He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
2:40Family ties this is where the drama begins
2:43Tellin' my momma on the floor *****this and *****that
2:46Locked in my prayin' to God Please let me get back
2:49He's trippin' like he's outta control
2:50So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke
2:52Through the wall she was gaggin' and chokin'
2:5411 years old and I don't need to be seein' this s**t
2:57But in my tape deck 8ball talkin' about beatin' a *****
3:00It got me confused but d**n you shouldn't of popped her that hard
3:03And when them folks come through her stupid a*s be droppin' the charge
3:06Whippin' her a*s like a man right and left with his fists
3:09And when he blows to the dome now she sliced her wrists
3:11I'm hyped and I'm pissed so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb
3:14It's gonna be all right I was with in her bleedin' guilt
3:17She passed out eyes rolled back I'm tryin' not to panic
3:20Stepdaddy walked in saw my momma then he went in a frantic
3:23Blood leakin' it won't stop him and the rush of the fever
3:25She almost died of loss of blood
3:27I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
3:28She don't deserve to live in pain she just wanted to be happy
3:31Feelin' like a *****I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
3:34She's back at home and puttin' his hands on her again
3:37Livin' in the turn of fire where drama doesn't end
3:39It's hell
3:40Nobody knows than Lord my soul's hope
3:43Nobody knows than Lord my soul's hope
3:45Chorus x3 to fade
3:45It's hell
3:46Livin' off a thug money things ain't swell
3:49Don't believe me go and ask my boys in jail
3:51When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
3:53Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks
4:02My n***a
4:07Cause it's hell
4:12What we gotta go through and only time will tell
4:23When the pain is over I'm down on my knees
4:25Lord keep watchin' over
4:27I'm lookin' for a better way
4:29I that's all I gotta say
Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head young n***a cause it's hell
Kalage
I'm sittin' in the courtroom stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug and that's some bulls**t
I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit
Stressin' to help me seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks hustle and rob reefer it medicated my mind
*****the World we cried
My mamma died in 92 so crazy what the *****to do
Daddy smokin' hard and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin' can't take too many blows
The pain be killin' got the silence up through my nose oh
These people want to hurt me my momma dead so *****'em
A small timer on the rise so nothin' I feel
To my n***as in the county I might do a bit with ya
Boy in the streets I don't care with ya my n***a
Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug money things ain't swell
Don't believe me go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks
My n***a
Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through and only time will tell
When the pain is over I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And I that's all I gotta say
Boondox
Now I was born broke but I'll be d**ned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma can't deny that face
And as a child everynight I prayed
For a rap record deal man sometimes twice I'd say
Lord save me take me away from here
20 to 9 and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house and couldn't keep it
Why we evicted
Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret
Why I gotta rob
Why my pappi ain't gotta job
Why I ain't graduate
Why through high school I didn't have a date
Why I had to masturbate
Why I'm wearing hand me downs
Why I'm in and out of jail
Why I let my family down
Why my uncle died
Wish it would've been me
He ain't rob he ain't hustle should've been me
Preacher man could you pray for me faithfully
When God comes lay him his herbs tell him wait for me
It's hell
Livin' off a thug money things ain't swell
Don't believe me go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks
My n***a
Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through and only time will tell
When the pain is over I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
And that's all I gotta say
Kalage
He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties this is where the drama begins
Tellin' my momma on the floor *****this and *****that
Locked in my prayin' to God Please let me get back
He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke
Through the wall she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 years old and I don't need to be seein' this s**t
But in my tape deck 8ball talkin' about beatin' a *****
It got me confused but d**n you shouldn't of popped her that hard
And when them folks come through her stupid a*s be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her a*s like a man right and left with his fists
And when he blows to the dome now she sliced her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right I was with in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out eyes rolled back I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in saw my momma then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin' it won't stop him and the rush of the fever
She almost died of loss of blood
I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a *****I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy
She's back at home and puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in the turn of fire where drama doesn't end
It's hell
Nobody knows than Lord my soul's hope
Nobody knows than Lord my soul's hope
Chorus x3 to fade
It's hell
Livin' off a thug money things ain't swell
Don't believe me go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops
Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks
My n***a
Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through and only time will tell
When the pain is over I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say

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