Представляем точный текст композиции "Got 2 Survive" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Young Lay . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Got 2 Survive» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Young Lay передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Young Lay - "Got 2 Survive"
Lyrics to Got 2 Survive : (feat. 2Pac, Mac Mall, Ray Luv) Today were gonna do something scary Were venturing into the mind of young black males Lets take a peak... [Young Lay] Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo cold killin murders Them brothers gettin further Got my pencil for utensil, thisll keep they mind knownin Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin Dirty pimpin gs, one of my dreams, player now listen Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in 96 All the gals my six (what else') my track crew and my mother Make these police wonder: how is he so undercover' Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart Eat through scrap, black tracks, free milk and cheese While the Japs stack scratch with the Vietnamese But Im finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap A young playa mack, hit the bud, spit a rap Its just that feelin, that feelin that I have for children Are able to love us, but these crazy devils try to kill us "I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho" "Smokin that dank to deal with the pain" (My nigga Ray Luv, whend you get up out the pen, man') [Ray Luv] June 2nd 93 I returned to the streets Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat Now the cops keep watch, cause they know that I rap Tell the world that Im a gangsta, cause I ride with a strap But I aint yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught up in the struggle Born hustler, goin for the jugular Out to take the beast down, piece down might be too late The funk is on, high, drunk off Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me down and book me Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook me Silence a nigga for the shit Im spittin, I know Im scarin ya A poison you created in the veins of America Miseducated, incarcerated, institutionalized That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers dyin Aint no love where Im goin, no love where Im comin from Remember me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare While the black babies die without health care [Mac Mall] Now how could I pledge allegiance to a racist-ass flag When the rollers at my do with a .44 mag' Got my mother spittin drag bout I aint home Got a double homicide warrant on my dome I hear em pushin in the do, I grab my Mac with two clips Cut through the back window and like a g hit a fence Im thinkin bout my folks gettin sent for violation Foes and punk police, them devils still at my do I peep a group of ten tryina get information I threw the clips in the Mac, start lettin off frustration Its better than incarceration any day, we gonn die anyway So if I go out blastin, call it my fate I got niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud Lunatic Insane, and my partner T-Love Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and Bluebonic, man [2Pac] Now I been called a crook, a killer, a thug A no-good dealer of drugs And Blood or Cuz, doesnt matter what set you was Cause where Im at, if you black, we strapped As long as kis make gs these thieves attack And aint no rules on the streets these days Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay Im livin in the dangerzone And learnin lesson from the game, its on Niggas was gone when the frame was on Im gettin breaken them balls daily Is there a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell' See, seems I was senteced to death, takin my steps with my head down Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause they dead now My memory since I was a little seed Was a penitentiary full of niggas like me These cops cant terrorize us, they despise us Niggas, cause we on the rise Plus everybodys searchin for a piece of the truth And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut And the truth is "I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho" "Smokin that dank to deal with the pain" [ Got 2 Survive Lyrics ]
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