[Mickey]
I ain`t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that
Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that
Ol` G`s taught us game, we was made like that
Cross the family, ya get sprayed wit a mac, laid flat
My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin
Me and brother didn`t like the way my mother was copin
So we promised to get my momma out
Betta car, betta house
And if daddy ain`t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse
I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life
No heat, no light at the crib at night
Stay strapped, gat attached next to my ribs at night
Cause them fiends`ll try to steal yo life
Muthafucka this Chicago
Everything I live for, I die for
Cash Money the click I`ll ride for
Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn`t fuckin wit me
Now the whole workld in love wit Mickey
Cash Money Millionaires nigga
[Hook: Turk]
Growing up was hard in them project bricks
I ain`t gone even lie dawg I ain`t neva had shit
It was hard dawg wit out a father figure
Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga
[Christina]
Nigga I`m from city where niggaz gang bang and shit
Up on the corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit
I tote em quick and make chickens get over
Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked the fuck over
Shit I`m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin
Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin
Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto
Leg, back, arms, ice up to the elbow
Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in the ghetto
Slimmy`s pack simmy`s, squeeze 50 in the ghetto
Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart
Hit the roach, don`t smoke, it`ll have you senseless in the ghetto
Cuz niggaz will beat you senseless in the ghetto
I`m glad I moved my mom to the ponds, out the palms of the ghetto
True divas neva settle for the ghetto
Come on, and that`s real Cash Money nigga
[Hook]
[Turk]
Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard
Couldn`t keep up wit the Jones, cuz we didn`t have funds
In the summer it was hot, cuz we didn`t have air
Daddy wasn`t even around like he didn`t even care
I ain`t gon` lie, sometimes I used to get pissed off
At my momma like it was her fault but it wasn`t at all
Used to keep a pair of tennis for at least six months
When they got scuffed up, we just patched `em up
Had to be inside early, yeah I punched the clock
Didn`t have no telephone or no cable box
Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live
One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal
Livin on welfare and my momma`s pray
Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell
Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up
Times was heard for me dawg growin up
[Hook]
