Lyrics Growing Up - Turk , Christina , Mickey
TURK
Miscellaneous
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
tha
family,
ya
get
sprayed
wit
a
mac
Laid
flat
My
uncle
was
sellin
crack,
my
father
was
smokin
Me
and
brother
didn't
like
tha
way
my
mother
was
(?)
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
tha
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
tha
click
I′ll
ride
for
Yeah,
they
showed
me
love
when
them
label
wasn't
fuckin
wit
me
Now
tha
whole
workld
in
love
wit
Mickey
Cash
Money
Millionaires
nigga
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
Nigga
I′m
from
city
where
niggaz
gang
bang
and
shit
Up
on
tha
corner
drinkin
henny,
tryna
hang
and
shit
I
tote
em
quick
and
make
chickens
get
over
Tha
first
bitch
in
my
gone
get
knocked
tha
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
tha
elbow
Rock
Fenni,
bitches
envy
me
up
in
tha
ghetto
Slimmy′s
pack
simmy's,
squeeze
50
in
tha
ghetto
Tote
Gucchi
coats,
toast
toast
in
they
thoart
Hit
tha
roach,
don't
smoke,
it′ll
have
u
senseless
in
tha
ghetto
Cuz
niggaz
will
beat
u
senseless
in
tha
ghetto
I′m
glad
I
moved
my
mom
to
tha
ponds,
out
tha
palms
of
tha
ghetto
True
divas
neva
settle
for
tha
ghetto
Come
on,
and
that's
real
Cash
Money
nigga
Three
sons
and
a
momma,
growin
up
was
hard
Couldn′t
keep
up
wit
tha
Jones,
cuz
we
didn't
have
funds
In
tha
summer
it
was
hot,
cuz
we
didn′t
have
air
Daddy
wasn't
even
around
like
he
didn′t
even
care
I
ain't
gone
lie,
sometimes
you
to
get
pissed
off
At
my
momma
like
it
was
her
fault
but
ir
wasn't
at
all
Used
to
keep
a
pair
of
tenny′s
for
atleast
6 months
When
they
got
scuffed
up,
we
just
ploished
em
up
Had
to
be
inside
early,
yeah
i
punched
tha
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
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