Ice T - I Must Stand Lyrics
Nobody ever said life was gon be easyBut damn..[ verse 1 ]Just a kid, moms died when I was sevenPops died, eleven, whats up with heaven?Its hell when youre an orphan at a early ageThis impressionable stage, no love breeds rageIn the heart of a child who never knew his rootsLooked up to pimps and to hustlers in the eel-skin bootsParkin caddies on the sidewalk, gangsta talkTruckin diamonds and goldRubberbands around the bankrollsFly girls to make your head spinSeemed they partied all night longI was like, put me onBut they said, little fellow, run and go playTake your butt to school or else youll have to be like us one dayI didnt understand, but I tried to get a jobWhile all the players got the girls cause theyd hustle and robI was like makin bout 1-50 a weekAnd after taxes, you know what that is - lunch meatAnd I know I can be better than thisI gotta get me a car, manI gotta get a girlI know I can do it out there, manIm finna go for it, manI gotta get some moneyWord[ verse 2 ]Streets of anger, trouble and crimeI had it hard, had to sleep in my car sometimeBut I never let another player see me downI kept my front up, my gear cleanEven when checkin minor greenBrothers knew my game was trueSo I hooked up with the real crewThat knew excactly what to doBank jobs and jewels, quick to flex with toolsPimpin hoes on the blockCheckin cash non-stopCrack spots, armor with interior barsNo lie, I used to own bout 15 carsEvery piece fila madeDrape my women in suedePavet piaget, cesars palace holidaysIt was on, crazy out of controlWe made up the word ballin, that was how we rolledBut the fbi had a-whole-nother ideaIts called multiple indictments for hundreds of yearsWhatDaff is dead?Carter got 25 years?Nah..Spike 35 to life?Nah, dont tell me b.o.s dead, manI dont wanna hear that, manI was just with him[ verse 3 ]The game is vicious, no retirement, you die youngListen to a fake, he might tell you to grab a gunI get phone calls from condemned rowBrothers I ran with, brothers I really knowThey tell me, ice you got much love in the penYoure the one that got away, dont wanna see you inThey tell me, tell the little homies the dealDont let em come up in this hellish habitat of shanks and steelI marched two million strong in d.c.Lookin eye to eye with brothers that I used to think below meDamn, my mind was twisted in my hustlin daysBut God spared me, I got a baby son to raiseAnd bein black aint easy, prejudice is realBut health and liberty is all we need for us to buildWe gotta come together, unseparatedCheck yourself like I did, blackman, because were all related
