10-20-Life Songtext
von Trick Daddy
10-20-Life Songtext
This for the boys that′s on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
Make ways of the 90's
Babies havin babies (Babies havin′ babies)
Niggas dyin young
Boy this shit crazy
You got drugs and guns
But a nigga need them
Prospect for a jack
Then you can squeeze them
To his head
Left him deader than a doorknob
Chose to rob
He should have got a muthafuckin job
His kids left without a pops
Cuz he got shot
His mama struggle every 5
Now she slangin her car
Probably lost full cost, the bills are late
Sexy diapers on her babies
And they haven't ate
So she flex, catch a date, its her duty though
She never h*'d but it′s the only way to go
She turned a trick, got a bare buck, food to eat
The bills are due in one week, so she′ll be back on the street
She get a check, but that ain't shit but the fuckin rent
And food stamps in the wind, that ain′t shit to spend
Oldest child is her son in the 7th grade
And he'll just be turning 12 on his birthday
A small boy with a brain to make a good life
But he don′t sleep at night
So he can't function right
Sister needin a crib
He gots to pull through
Quit school, snatched a book, and hit for grands too
He was in love wit school, now they won′t let him back
He started hangin with the boys, now he slangin crack
He got this young girl pregnant, what she gon do
Have a baby hope his daddy don't die too
The young nigga's in the county on the 10th floor
Jumped out and roped him with a little dope
His first charge so they gave him house arrest
He better chill, cuz he don′t know the prison next
He left his crib one night, went out hangin out
He wasn′t home when the c_____s came by the house
Now he up the road in Broward wit a year to do
Now he wildin' already doin his whole two
His little shorty bout to walk, soon to talk
His mama is the daddy, because that is all he saw
This for the boys that′s on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
This for the boys that's on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
And now this nigga need money up the road
Plus a pair of shoes and socks to wear to vis her
She try to visit every week now she dead broke
She missed one weekend because she needed flow
He cursed her out, called her names, made the girl cry
She won′t accept his phone calls, and he wonder why
She got another nigga in her life now
She tired of kissin ass and getting cursed out
He found the will to chill, now he on the turf
Told the girl lies, promised that he gon work
She left that nigga, went back to that same jit
He copped a vert, on ther corner doin the same shit
She sayin, You told me things, and I believed them all
They stay together, got a condo up in C.C.
A water bed, big screen t.v.
He getting money but he ain't savin none up
Dropped a grip, bought his big new dodge truck
He sixteen but he deep in the dope game
Got connections to them boys slangin cocaine
He got a name, all the h__s call him diamond dick
But he got robbed one night for this big lick
They had the ups, he couldn′t buck, down to gave it up
They got all his jewelry, 10 grand, and his new truck
And now he back on his dick but he pissed off
He knew the jack boys got him, go and take em out
He got drunk one night and told his boys off in the hood
How he got his money back and now he doin good
He ridin round his city with the same gun
Police pulled the boy, booked a murder 1
He made the news, now he famous got a lil rep
Done left his lady and his baby, all by they self
Jumped on a plea, 5 for 3
Now its cold comin from his dog JB
JB drivin his shit, fuckin his best bitch
Supposed to be best friends, and he done crossed the jit
And he holla at his shorty every week, kinda mad at the h* so they don't speak
Outta sight, outta mind, cuz he got time
And he aint getting out until 2029
This for the boys that's on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
This for the boys that′s on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
Make ways of the 90's
Babies havin babies (Babies havin′ babies)
Niggas dyin young
Boy this shit crazy
You got drugs and guns
But a nigga need them
Prospect for a jack
Then you can squeeze them
To his head
Left him deader than a doorknob
Chose to rob
He should have got a muthafuckin job
His kids left without a pops
Cuz he got shot
His mama struggle every 5
Now she slangin her car
Probably lost full cost, the bills are late
Sexy diapers on her babies
And they haven't ate
So she flex, catch a date, its her duty though
She never h*'d but it′s the only way to go
She turned a trick, got a bare buck, food to eat
The bills are due in one week, so she′ll be back on the street
She get a check, but that ain't shit but the fuckin rent
And food stamps in the wind, that ain′t shit to spend
Oldest child is her son in the 7th grade
And he'll just be turning 12 on his birthday
A small boy with a brain to make a good life
But he don′t sleep at night
So he can't function right
Sister needin a crib
He gots to pull through
Quit school, snatched a book, and hit for grands too
He was in love wit school, now they won′t let him back
He started hangin with the boys, now he slangin crack
He got this young girl pregnant, what she gon do
Have a baby hope his daddy don't die too
The young nigga's in the county on the 10th floor
Jumped out and roped him with a little dope
His first charge so they gave him house arrest
He better chill, cuz he don′t know the prison next
He left his crib one night, went out hangin out
He wasn′t home when the c_____s came by the house
Now he up the road in Broward wit a year to do
Now he wildin' already doin his whole two
His little shorty bout to walk, soon to talk
His mama is the daddy, because that is all he saw
This for the boys that′s on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
This for the boys that's on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
And now this nigga need money up the road
Plus a pair of shoes and socks to wear to vis her
She try to visit every week now she dead broke
She missed one weekend because she needed flow
He cursed her out, called her names, made the girl cry
She won′t accept his phone calls, and he wonder why
She got another nigga in her life now
She tired of kissin ass and getting cursed out
He found the will to chill, now he on the turf
Told the girl lies, promised that he gon work
She left that nigga, went back to that same jit
He copped a vert, on ther corner doin the same shit
She sayin, You told me things, and I believed them all
They stay together, got a condo up in C.C.
A water bed, big screen t.v.
He getting money but he ain't savin none up
Dropped a grip, bought his big new dodge truck
He sixteen but he deep in the dope game
Got connections to them boys slangin cocaine
He got a name, all the h__s call him diamond dick
But he got robbed one night for this big lick
They had the ups, he couldn′t buck, down to gave it up
They got all his jewelry, 10 grand, and his new truck
And now he back on his dick but he pissed off
He knew the jack boys got him, go and take em out
He got drunk one night and told his boys off in the hood
How he got his money back and now he doin good
He ridin round his city with the same gun
Police pulled the boy, booked a murder 1
He made the news, now he famous got a lil rep
Done left his lady and his baby, all by they self
Jumped on a plea, 5 for 3
Now its cold comin from his dog JB
JB drivin his shit, fuckin his best bitch
Supposed to be best friends, and he done crossed the jit
And he holla at his shorty every week, kinda mad at the h* so they don't speak
Outta sight, outta mind, cuz he got time
And he aint getting out until 2029
This for the boys that's on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
This for the boys that′s on the grind
Servin bids and doin crime
Stuck in the pen and doin time
Facin 10, 20, Life
Writer(s): Maurice Young, Buddy Long, Charles Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
