Mary J. Blige - All That I've Got Is You lyrics

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Mary J. Blige - All That I've Got Is You lyrics

[Rhymefest] Somebody up and said "'Fest if I was you, I'd be more bitter" I looked and said, "If I thought like you, I'd be more n***a" More hater, more angry black man on an elevator More cryin, less paper, that's when they come and take ya Put you under the radar, push your record to later Say "It could've been greater", now you a f**in waiter, wait up! This is hustle time, revolution muscle mind Over matter but matter of fact, who can f** with mine? I was spitting these bars before I had a dime Phoney broads sayin they love me, deals that were signed Comin home, shorties getting k**ed all the time On the block over a crumb of a crumb, in their prime I'm, prime time, life, crime Sex, d**, the Lord of War, slugs, nines Diamond mines, blood lines n***as say they got no love but we love dimes [Ghostface k**ah] Dwellin in the past, flashbacks when I was young Whoever thought I'd have a baby girl and three sons? I'm going through this difficult stage, I find it hard to believe Why my old earth had so many seeds But she's an old woman, and due to me I respect that I saw life for what it's really worth and took a step back Family ain't family no more, we used to play ball Eggs after school, eat grits cause we was poor Grab the pliers for the channel, fix the hanger on the TV Rockin each other's pants to school wasn't easy We survived winters, snotty nose with no coats We kept it real but the older brothers still had jokes Sadly, daddy left me at the age of six I didn't know nothin but mommy neatly packed his sh** She cried, and grandma held the family down I guess mommy wasn't strong enough, she just went down Check it, fifteen of us in a three-bedroom apartment Roaches everywhere, cousins and aunts was there Four on the bed, two at the foot, two at the head I didn't like to sleep with Jon-Jon, he peed the bed Seven o'clock, pluckin roaches out the cereal box We shared the same spoon watchin Saturday cartoons Sugar water was our thing, every meal was no thrill In the summer, free lunch held us down like steel And there were days I had to go to Tex house with a note Stating "Gloria can I borrow some food? I'm dead broke" So embarra**in, I couldn't stand to knock on they door My friends might be laughin, I spent stamps at stores Mommy, where's the toilet paper? Usually newspaper Look, Ms. Rose gave us a couch She's the neighbor Things was deep, my whole youth was sharper than cleats Two brothers with muscular dystrophy, it k**ed me But I remember this, moms would lick her finger tips To wipe the coal out my eye before school wit her spit Case worker had her runnin back to face the face I caught a case, housin tried to throw us out of our place Sometimes I look up at the stars and an*lyse the sky And ask myself was I meant to be here?... Why? [Rhymefest] Huh, I hear ya Ghost, it's hard growin up black But look to God and say...

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