The Roots - Thuggin' Shidd Pt. II lyrics

[Verse 1] In this life that we live, they say it's k** or be k**ed That's why I stress to my pops, I gotta get me some steel I turned 18 there's no more squabs, sh** is real If n***as wanna get to riffing, they'll be mixing with Smith and... I stopped sleeping, started living off adrenaline Soul of a hustler, heart of a Minute Man I can't f** with too many n***as, too many n***as is hoes I don't pray for my fools dog, I prey on my fools You got your friends and you got your n***as that's down to ride You got your mans and you got them n***as that run and hide Sometimes you only got your own and ain't words in mind And everyone's exposed when you face the hardest times Cause when the beef hit, n***as sleep quick All that talk about that street sh**? (Psh) yall hit feet quick Walking through these city blocks, these n***as shine like beacons Usually the first n***as that get sent to the deacons, Lord! sh** is breezy, made me wanna mask every night Hoodied up, plotting under street lights, getting bent Keep that crucifix around my neck Lord you know my soul so I repent Late night, bed side, hands clenched Keep that crucifix around my neck Lord you know my soul so I repent Late night, wide awake, cold sweat [Verse 2] Feelin' in my melanin, all this sh** these n***as tellin' me dog This job train mad slow, and my ticket ain't gone get me home Holla back at big homie, like "n***a go ahead and put me on" My pockets mad thick, and I don't know if I can hold down much longer I had my head in the clouds and my foot on the corner They said I was ten toes down, and five away from the coroner When yo brother doing dirty and yo nephew a gang banger My other brother lost his job and thinking 'bout coke slanging Now he was straight for his traps, it's a seven year bid With no job, in this mess, how he gone pay for his meds? And these n***as rapping, make this sh** look so easy That's why I smoke so many blacks and listen to so much Jeezy Cause this n***a did more for Philly, than Hanks or Denzel It's only half of what twitter says, and the other half is what the pen tells And stop comparing me to these n***as And all that slick talk on twitter got me wanting to air some of these n***as And n***as down with Hit-Boy, but where's yo hits boy? Tell these n***as what my momma told me: you ain't sh** boy [Verse 3] n***as b**hin' and they mad cause no one listening Talk that sh** then kick that "You from Philly? I love Philly man!" What should I worry for my tape ain't even done yet I'm doing all these shows, f**ing these hoes, you having fun yet? But like my bros said, yeah good can be better T-shirt can be a sweater, that denim can be some leather That Benz could be a Bentley and yeah it's nice and so cal But I heard that southern France has some much better weather damn Grande can't have his own shine for once? n***as wanna ride my wave, and rock my stage, and smoke my blunts But like my mans said n***as dirty behind ya back And talk filthy, face-to-face smiles and shakes you, still guilty I'd rather be on the box for rocking than in a text book Nine to five money slope, look at how my check look My mind playing tricks on me, this sh** sick homie I worked my way from 20 sacks to flipping bricks homie [Verse 4] Had to put that hustle down, come back down again Stomach start to grumble now, lost a couple pounds and sh** Played at different ball parks, found a new mound to pitch Bars is what I spit so many nights I get tired of sh** Corny n***as say they support steady lying and sh** Swallow my pride before tears, crying and sh** And I can't even trust these shorties, act fake, look real Trust no b**h, even Atalya k**s I knew n***as be jealous, it was too over-zealous Made a lane in the game there ain't sh** that you can tell him I am what I am, and I do what I do I keep a nine over the shoulders and one for the red and blue Keep a extra in these jeans, can't see an end to these means I recognize my mistakes, but I never regret a thing I am what I am, and I do what I do I keep a nine over the shoulders and one for the red and blue Keep a extra in these jeans, can't see an end to these means I recognize my mistakes, but I never regret a thing