Been a Long Time

[C-Murder]<br>Let me see them 3`s, put em up<br>This for all my lil` soldiers out there stuck in the world<br>or put in a situation (situation) where they didn`t have a choice<br>(fuck the world nigga you got a choice)<br>on whether they wanted to be there or not<br>In the ghetto it`s kill or be killed, in a place called the street<br>(ya heard me?)<br><br>Chorus: C-Murder<br><br>It`s been a long time since a nigga showed me love<br>I`ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood<br>It`s been a long time since a nigga showed me love<br>but I`ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood<br><br>[C-Murder]<br>I`m trapped in crime, I`m pushin nickels and dimes<br>and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?<br>I`m breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love<br>Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived<br>It ain`t my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold<br>I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold<br>and I`m a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon<br>Ain`t no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I`m checkin<br>Them 15`s, layin laws like the man, callin shots<br>Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top<br>and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I`m usedta<br>doin what I`m doin right now, and this shit will never stop<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[C-Murder]<br>Two years I`m locked up like a BITCH I`m boxed up<br>Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up<br>But it`s the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms<br>By any means stack yo` chips, if it`s illegal nigga don`t trip<br>They`re dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don`t be like no busta<br>These streets don`t love ya and uhh I really don`t trust ya<br>Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues<br>And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain`t nuttin but clues nigga<br>I`ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities<br>Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get nigga<br>You creep or you sleep, but me, I`m packin my heat<br>Cause real life ain`t on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch<br><br>Chorus 2X<br><br>[C-Murder]<br>It`s been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love<br>C-Murder, C-P-3-killer<br>Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans<br>The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age well<br>Streets got me crazy, will I die I don`t know<br>It`s war crimes baby, takin over the world<br>Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business<br>Handle your own hold your own boy that`s the code of the ghetto<br>Will I die I don`t know baby<br>It ain`t up to me it`s up to that man upstairs<br>So I just say to all the young niggaz out there<br>goin through what I went through, there`s a way out<br>So keep your head high<br>and keep your heat low, ya heard me?<br>{*fades out*}