| Dear Lord, |
| I know You don’t condone the things I be doin out here in these streets |
| (Help me, Lord) And I hope that, I pray that You can overlook |
| (Help me, Lord) the wrong that I had done in my life… |
| I don’t know no other way to survive out here |
| (Wrap your arms around me, Lord) |
| I got a whole bunch of people dependin on me… |
| Just walk with me… |
| Walk with me… |
| Busslin and gamblin, hit licks scramblin |
| Bricks I’m out here handlin, I’m pimpin and I’m payin the rent |
| Didn’t choose this dirty game, this dirty game it chose me |
| Every city love cocaine, they’ll get it from him if they don’t get it from me |
| So I get cross-country with that thang, makin that crisp, lettin 'em hang |
| Bangin that 'Pac, if I die tonight, least mama know I didn’t die in vain |
| Cause I put up sum from every sale, so all my chil’ren can live well |
| Might go to heaven, might go to hell, but just put me in wood grain lane Deville |
| I wonder sometime how life would be, if it was no such thing as D |
| But then I put that Sweet down, cause that bullshit don’t apply to me |
| Cause out here on the real streets, a dreamer always stay sleep |
| Cause out here the strong survive, and now they didn’t die from thankin weak |
| Gotta play for keeps, gotta play it HARD, still tryna get right with GOD |
| Still read my Bible lone, cause Reverend do wrong, still livin fraud |
| Tonight if I get down on my knees and ask the Lord to forgive me, please |
| You thank He gon' hear me? Cause tomorrow I’m still gon be slangin keyyyyys… |
| (Ohhhh Lorrrrd…) |
| Lord, I’m just a G (Lord, I’m just a G) |
| Out here livin fast (livin fast) |
| How long can it last? (I don’t know, I don’t know) |
| I juuuust can’t give it up (But I’m prayin to Your love right now) |
| I’m riskin all out in the streets (I'll give it all up for Your love right now) |
| Out here livin fast (livin too fast) |
| How long can it last? (How long, how long, how long, will it last, baby?) |
| See I was born in the ghetto manye I was raised in the hood |
| And unless you lived it yourself, it just can’t be understood |
| People think hustlin is cool (cool), all hustlin is live |
| They don’t understand hustlers only hustlin to survive |
| They wished they lived in the 'burbs ('burbs), wished they didn’t have to hang ( |
| hang) |
| Out on corners in low-income house in projects and slang |
| They wish their daddy was home (home), mama wasn’t on drugs (drugs) |
| And they didn’t have to grow up to be dealers and thugs (thugs) |
| Po' children got aspirations and dreams just like the wealthy (wealthy) |
| But it’s hard when that environment you live in ain’t healthy (healthy) |
| You ain’t givin no hope (hope), nobody showin you pride (pride) |
| And you live with all this anger and frustration inside (side) |
| Dog, don’t let nobody tell you what you can or you can’t do |
| Just cause they funky ass couldn’t do it — (Why?) They ain’t you |
| You can be who you wanna be (uh), live life how you feel |
| Just put your faith in the Lord (yep), now that’s keepin it Trill, fo' real! |
| (Ohhhh Lorrrrd…) |
| Lord, I’m just a G (Just a G) |
| Out here livin fast (Out here livin fast) |
| How long can it last? (How long can it last? How long can it LA-AST?) |
| I juuuust can’t give it up |
| I’m riskin all out in the streets (I risk it all) |
| Out here livin fast (livin too fast, livin too fast) |
| How long can it last? (How long can it last, how long can it last right now?) |
| UHHHHH! I wonder if it’s a heaven up there for real G’s |
| For all the niggaz in the game that’s been slangin cheese |
| For all them boys on them swangers and the fifth wheel |
| I’m out here riskin my life, niggaz shife but I stay Trill |
| I pray so much, I wonder if the Lord love me |
| I think He do, but I’m so caught up in my thug deep |
| The feds bug me, followin me around for three |
| Niggaz couldn’t catch me so they hit me with conspiracy |
| (Uh) You know that that’s the other level of the GAME |
| Ain’t got shit on me but some niggaz said my NAAAAAME… |
| So here they COOOME, they thang TIIIIIIGHT |
| They playin shife, no Bun givin me life |
| (Uhh!) I ain’t goin back, I’m a make 'em kill me |
| (Uhh!) I’m a bust back, fuck the pen, you FEEL ME? |
| Wish I can hug my momma and kiss my baby girl |
| I know it’s a better place than livin in this dirty WOOOORLD |
| (Lorrrrd…) |
| Lord, I’m just a G (Lord I’m just a G) |
| Out here livin fast (Out here livin fast) |
| How long can it last? (How long can it last? How long can it last?) |
| I juuuust can’t give it up (HOW LONG can it last?) |
| I’m riskin all out in the streets (PLEASE FORGIVE ME, LORD) |
| Out here livin fast (I don’t mean to disrespect You right now) |
| How long can it last? (I'm out here in the streets, tryna make a mil for a bette |
| r deal) |
| Some people win (win), some people lose (lose) |
| Some al-ways cryin the blues… |
| Yeah… |
| Some people win (win), some people lose (lose) |
| Some al-ways bein misused… |
| Yeeaaaaaaaahhhh-yeaaha… |
| What am I supposed to do, Lord… |
| I’m tryin my best out here |
| But it’s getting kinda HARD for me, Lord |
| What am I supposed to do? |
| WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? |
| Can you WRAP YOUR ARMS AROUND ME, LORD? |
| Cause I need You, Lord right noooooowww… |
| I NEED You, right now |
| NEED ya, I NEED ya, I NEED Ya |
| I NEED YA, cause I’m goin and livin too fast |
| YEAH-EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH… |
| Oooooohhhhhhhhh, yeah… Lord have mercy |
| Charlie Wilson, Pimp C, Bun, I need You |
| Can You help us, Lord? |
| Can You help us right |
| Right now, right now, right now, right noooowwwwwwwwww, yeah… woo! |
| Out here livin too fast, how long can it last? I can’t get up, Lord can You help |
| me? |
| LORD, can You help me? |
| Can You help me? Can You HELP me |
| Right noooooowwwww, yeah |
| Mmmmmmmm… mmmmmm… |
| Hmmmmmmmmmmm… hmmmmmmmm… |
| How Long Can It Last (Feat. Charlie Wilson) Sözleri, AkorMerkezi. |
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