Viewing Lyrics for I Must Stand:

Artist:T Ice
Taken from the album VI - Return of the Real by T Ice
Album:VI - Return of the Real
Track:I Must Stand
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy
But damn..

[ VERSE 1 ]
Just a kid, moms
died when I was seven
Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven?
It's hell when you're an
orphan at a early age
This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage
In the heart of a
child who never knew his roots
Looked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin
Parkin Caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talk
Truckin diamonds and
Rubberbands around the bankrolls
Fly girls to make your head spin
Seemed they
partied all night long
I was like, "Put me on"
But they said, "Little fellow, run and go
Take your butt to school or else you'll have to be like us one day"
I didn't
understand, but I tried to get a job
While all the players got the girls cause they'd hustle
and rob
I was like makin 'bout 1-50 a week
And after taxes, you know what that is - lunch

And I know I can be better than this
I gotta get me a car, man
I gotta get
a girl

I know I can do it out there, man
I'm finna go for it, man
I gotta get
some money

[ VERSE 2 ]
Streets of anger, trouble and crime
I had it
hard, had to sleep in my car sometime
But I never let another player see me down
I kept my
front up, my gear clean
Even when checkin minor green
Brothers knew my game was
So I hooked up with the real crew
That knew excactly what to do
Bank jobs and
jewels, quick to flex with tools
Pimpin hoes on the block
Checkin cash non-stop
spots, armor with interior bars
No lie, I used to own 'bout 15 cars
Every piece Fila
Drape my women in suede
Pavet Piaget, Cesar's Palace holidays
It was on, crazy
out of control
We made up the word 'ballin', that was how we rolled
But the FBI had
a-whole-nother idea
It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of

Daff is dead?
Carter got 25 years?
Spike 35 to
Nah, don't tell me B.O.'s dead, man
I don't wanna hear that, man
I was just
with him

[ VERSE 3 ]
The game is vicious, no retirement, you die young
to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gun
I get phone calls from condemned row
Brothers I
ran with, brothers I really know
They tell me, "Ice you got much love in the pen
the one that got away, don't wanna see you in"
They tell me, "Tell the little homies the
Don't let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steel"
I marched two
million strong in D.C.
Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below me
my mind was twisted in my hustlin days
But God spared me, I got a baby son to raise
bein black ain't easy, prejudice is real
But health and liberty is all we need for us to
We gotta come together, unseparated
Check yourself like I did, blackman, because
we're all related
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