Gravediggaz - Gotta Stay Strong Lyrics
Yo, yo, check itYo, for real, comin' atchaYo, it's like this, yoNever give up, never give up, never give upKeep holdin' on, gotta stay strong, keep your head up hungYo, what you say to a brother when he straight up wrong?If you feel you all that, then lets get it onI got no time for the bullshit, I'm quick to snapBut if worse come to worse, I whip out the gatBack down from no man, I'm a brother with heartBut I'd rather build first, mad swift with dartsStreet brother, with knowledge of self at nineteenSame jam, master a hundred twenty degreesBeen around for a minute, in a land of goldBrooklyn, East New York where I started to flowCoup Devilles, rag time bottles with bellsFeel me, phat Caddy's like Sam CassellMad brothers, my block was a flock of black sheepsWasn't a house nigga, so we house the streetsGettin' knocked by the cops, now and then we popFew shots in the air, let 'em know we was hereTime flew, but now I'm gettin better with ageFlip a new page, time to unleash my rageYo, look in my eyes, tell me what you see in the darkWant a move me out my seat like Rosa ParksMentally enslaved brothers never change they waysExploit the youth, now my vibes negative gripsBuyin' in to the fake graph maternity stampsCash it while I ***** it, yo I'll see you tomorrowBlack woman you a queen, but I doubt your strengthWatchin' the two *****in', run around, half *****Flashin' guns and clips, diamonds and phat rocksAfrican brothers died on them chopin' blocksDon't despair, now you wanna cover your earMonkey see, monkey do, ***** wrong with you?In fifty states, you cats can't carry the weightWanna mention, what ya'll need special attentionNever degraded my race, come face to faceRappers more of a joke then a ray of hopeI ain't sittin' on my ass just to turn my cheekHip-hop be the art and I'm the masterpieceYou cats with fake images, watch your backPractice what you preach, cause that shit is wackBut what you mean you ain't down, you ain't rollin' with usCause you livin' mad large, and your crib is plushMust've forgot, you the same little crab from the woodPunk from the hood, frontin' like this shit all goodMovin' up in the world, even switch the gasBut you know to this day, I still whip that assAin't nothin' change, nothin' but the time of the yearStill trot through the hood like Paul RevereVision my vise, my peeps is black and dilatedBrothers quick to cross the streets, intimidatedAin't my fault, cause I got that New York walkNew York talk, blame it on society's faultBrothers stay bebbed up, I'm prepared calissReady to give my life because I'm doin' a bitBagged the eighth, figured it was worth the weightCrack a bottle over the head of your fake role modelsBitin' the such of must, give up ways and plusI be damned if I let the song self distruct
