Been A Long Time Lyrics

[C-Murder]

Let me see them 3's, put em up

This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world

or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice

(fuck the world nigga you got a choice)

on whether they wanted to be there or not

In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street

(ya heard me?)

[Chorus: C-Murder]

It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love

I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood

It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love

but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood

[C-Murder]

I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes

and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?

I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love

Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived

It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold

I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold

and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon

Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them niggaz I'm checkin

Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots

Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top

and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta

doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop

[Chorus]

[C-Murder]

Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed upC-Murder - Been A Long Time - http://motolyrics.com/c-murder/been-a-long-time-lyrics.html

Hard times got me trapped nigga, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up

But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms

By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal nigga don't trip

They're dead, ya heard me nigga serve me don't be like no busta

These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya

Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues

And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues nigga

I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities

Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get nigga

You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat

Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch

[Chorus 2X]

[C-Murder]

It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love

C-Murder, C-P-3-killer

Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans

The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, will age well

Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know

It's war crimes baby, takin over the world

Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business

Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto

Will I die I don't know baby

It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs

So I just say to all the young niggaz out there

goin through what I went through, there's a way out

So keep your head high

and keep your heat low, ya heard me?

[fades out]