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Been a Long Time

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[C-Murder]
Let me see them 3`s, put em up
This for all my lil` soldiers out there stuck in the world
or put in a situation (situation) where they didn`t have a choice
(fuck the world nigga you got a choice)
on whether they wanted to be there or not
In the ghetto it`s kill or be killed, in a place called the street
(ya heard me?)

Chorus: C-Murder

It`s been a long time since a nigga showed me love
I`ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood
It`s been a long time since a nigga showed me love
but I`ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood

[C-Murder]
I`m trapped in crime, I`m pushin nickels and dimes
and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I`m breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived
It ain`t my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
and I`m a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon
Ain`t no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I`m checkin
Them 15`s, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top
and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I`m usedta
doin what I`m doin right now, and this shit will never stop

Chorus

[C-Murder]
Two years I`m locked up like a BITCH I`m boxed up
Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up
But it`s the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo` chips, if it`s illegal nigga don`t trip
They`re dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don`t be like no busta
These streets don`t love ya and uhh I really don`t trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain`t nuttin but clues nigga
I`ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get nigga
You creep or you sleep, but me, I`m packin my heat
Cause real life ain`t on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch

Chorus 2X

[C-Murder]
It`s been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love
C-Murder, C-P-3-killer
Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age well
Streets got me crazy, will I die I don`t know
It`s war crimes baby, takin over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business
Handle your own hold your own boy that`s the code of the ghetto
Will I die I don`t know baby
It ain`t up to me it`s up to that man upstairs
So I just say to all the young niggaz out there
goin through what I went through, there`s a way out
So keep your head high
and keep your heat low, ya heard me?
{*fades out*}

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