Can’t Give It Up

There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know) If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know) My life is a jungle, I struggle hustle Monday through Sunday They tell me the world is mine but shit I don't want it, who want it? How could it be mine and I'm still hungry, still hungry Lost and lonely - so I holler at the voices of the wind as a friend But I predicted this endin, back in the day Cuz I had visions of bad decisions knew niggaz would go astray Although we pray and we pray and we pray We do but still wanna make the loot No more united, divided we fall, nigga and hard We all dealt fucked up cards but don't complain; just play the hand that you was dealt You play 'em right you prevail - you play 'em wrong then you fail It ain't hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction Cause I, could look at the piece of the puzzle It ain't no love involved - everything we was dissolved We all hard as one, but together we raw And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that We split up, we tied up, my nigga wassup wit that Lettin the devil get in, to the pen Devils pretendin to be friends We was taken by that snake in the grass Should of stuck the nigga fast Yeah, that motherfuckin snake in the grass We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis There's always something you got to give up. If you want everything you want. I was never on some solo shit Always down to roll and blow a head off He dead off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me When I was lonely and my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin, I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette I think the world is just collapsin But I'm still rappin get it all off my chest So I came back to the action When the bird was flyin, low, and laughin Family bashin 'til it just happened Then Wally passed - and he asked me, "Wasn't it tragic?" Louie askin me if he'll ever come back so hard We tell the truth, no use in beatin around the bush Baby I'm sorry. it's alllll in the game Throwin up blood - fuck it Layz' Let's sign our life awayyy. Now see me? I ain't givin up a motherfuckin thang It's hard to come by - and I ain't no bitch nigga Shit been in some robberies and walkbys and you don't want that; neither do I But I will, I will - cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even if it mean murder, gettin caught, fuck it let me fry Know it's hectic, niggaz start shit nowadays. But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way Well if there's somethin you can't give up (would ya give it up) To get everything you want (I can feel the love) Hell naw I'll be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga Runnin wit niggaz thats killas; the realest that be shermed out nigga Spittin my prophecy ain't no stoppin me I'm comin through with the motherfuckin shotty I really don't wanna hurt nobody; just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D-E-A and the F-B-I I-R-S can kiss my ass, U-C-P-D, F-C-C Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you - "Hit 'Em Up" like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and torture Your ghetto resource'll be pay back, pay back Little Lay dat, young nigga with scrilla and bitch I thought you knew You got a beam on me? I got a beam on you You fuck wit me? I'ma fuck wit you Beeitch! Like it always be Y'all bitches gon' have to kill me, feel me! You gon' have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin I'm leavin you blinded by the size of Mo Thugs 'til you find us All the nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life Sellin that yea up under the street light It's the hood life, don't fight A nigga want out but just can't get out; so I guess I gots to face it All them dreams of havin big thangs, I'm still gon' chase it It's always somethin' you got to give up (Yeah, I know) If you want everything you want (But shit, I don't know, I don't know) Here they come, wait can I barktalk Bone, jumpin it feelin Better now, better hit 'em with the future shot But feelin like Pac, that's what the guy thought But this shit don't stop, I send much love to the pop Droppin this shit today, we kickin this thug music Better love us, so when I love smokin buds on the bus See we gone sells out that'll make you lust My nigga don't play too close, my thugs in heaven and shit My niggas'll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters And cover a snitch all wet Why the fuck could not he write me S-E-T for the second sincerely We baggin 'em up rollin niggas and throwin 'em in the wasteland Soldier, told ya nigga we gone have our time Like daughters in heaven don't tell him, on his knee He's fell, he better hope he don't fall victim Niggas pick up another, then they run But I'm through with the body bitch ah But when they want it, yea he just in the business Flesh givin you pain or pleasure, whatever you want I'ma bring Young, but them package you'll be impressed If it was somethin you can't give up Yea I know (Would ya give it up) To get everything you want But shit I don't know I don't know (I can feel the pump)