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remember when we wasn’t getting paid, we used to sit in the stairwell smokin on the haze, 14 trappin in the rain, u said we gotta get the money or we livin life in vein, everything you told me stuck, all the life lessons about not giving a fuck, dumb luck got no gun to buck, and I’m stuck I don’t know what to do without JQ, my brother, always lookin out for eachother, like that time I got locked, outside the building, and this dude pressured me u could’ve killed him, u always was big bro on the street, going OT, getting no sleep, so the youngers can eat, u legend to the north like strapz, kicking your raps and hittin opps in the back, now I dedicate this plaque to u, shit is fucked, whenever your stuck, just remember to keep ya head up,
remember when we wasn’t getting paid, we used to sit in the stairwell smokin on the haze, 14 trappin in the rain, u said we gotta get the money or we livin life in vein, everything you told me stuck, all the life lessons about not giving a fuck, dumb luck got no gun to buck, and I’m stuck I don’t know what to do without JQ, my brother, always lookin out for eachother, like that time I got locked, outside the building, and this dude pressured me u could’ve killed him, u always was big bro on the street, going OT, getting no sleep, so the youngers can eat, u legend to the north like strapz, kicking your raps and hittin opps in the back, now I dedicate this plaque to u, shit is fucked, whenever your stuck, just remember to keep ya head up, (hook) {“oooh child things are gonna get easier” keep your head up “oooh child things will get brighter” keep your head up} x2 when I heard the news, whose crew just shot JQ, I wanted to go right through and let my bullets loose, pullin up to yo hospital bed, ya said to stay of the streets spit my bars make ma bread, know you’ll always live on in ya brothers head of even in my tracks, the story of J
This Is My Favorite Hip-Hop Song - Thug Music - Gangsta Nation - Westside Connection Feat Ice Cube / CubeVision Mack 10 WC & Dwayne Nathaniel Hale Nate Dogg [Produced By Farid Karam Nassar FredWreck] [Year: 2003] [Album: Terrorist Threats] [Official Music Video]
You got hard ass g's n like cube n pac then u got wanna be players that never spent a night in the hood couldnt shoot a water gun fucking gangsta bitch like Dre !!!!
Porque.no suves videos ? Quiero mas musica de ti ice cube ❤ ojala estes aqui hablo español nose nada de ti ahora solo se que dejasre de suvir videos si te fuiste deste mundo grasias por tu talento y tus músicas ❤ 🥹🌹😭☹️🌹🤝❤️
100 % of this was filmed in Chicago. Cube was filming one of the barber shop movies, and had westside connection fly out and shoot the video in the chi. Lol but dope AF.
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I give a holler to my sisters on welfare Tupac cares, if don't nobody else care And uh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep your head up And when he tells you you ain't nuttin' don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him 'Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin' to gas ya up, I just call 'em how I see 'em (you don't need him) You know me makes me unhappy? (What's that?) When brothas make babies And leave a young mother to be a pappy (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman (yeah, yeah) I wonder why we take from our women Why we rape our women, do we hate our women? (Why? Why?) I think it's time to kill for our women (why? Why? Why? Why?) Time to heal our women, be real to our women And if we don't we'll have a race of babies That will hate the ladies, that make the babies (oh, yeah, baby) And since a man can't make one He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one So will the real men get up I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter (ohh) Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter Ayo, I remember Marvin Gaye, used to sing to me He had me feelin' like black was the thing to be And suddenly the ghetto didn't seem so tough And though we had it rough, we always had enough I huffed and puffed about my curfew and broke the rules Ran with the local crew, and had a smoke or two And I realize momma really paid the price She nearly gave her life, to raise me right (oh, yeah) And all I had to give her was my pipe dream (yeah, yeah, yeah) Of how I'd rock the mic, and make it to the bright screen I'm tryin' to make a dollar out of fifteen cents It's hard to be legit and still pay your rent And in the end it seems I'm headin' for the pen I try and find my friends, but they're blowin' in the wind Last night my buddy lost his whole family It's gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity (no, no, no, no) It seems the rain'll never let up I try to keep my head up, and still keep from gettin' wet up You know, it's funny when it rains it pours They got money for wars, but can't feed the poor Said it ain't no hope for the youth and the truth is It ain't no hope for the future And then they wonder why we crazy I blame my mother for turning my brother into a crack baby We ain't meant to survive, 'cause it's a setup And even though you're fed up Huh, ya got to keep your head up Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter (ohh) Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier Keep-keep ya head up, ooh, child, things'll get brighter And uh To all the ladies havin' babies on they own I know it's kinda rough and you're feelin' all alone Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself) 'Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure And if you fall, stand tall and comeback for more 'Cause ain't nothin' worse than when your son Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo' You can't complain you was dealt this Hell of a hand without a man, feelin' helpless Because there's too many things for you to deal with Dying inside, but outside you're looking fearless While the tears is rollin' down your cheeks Ya steady hopin' things don't all down this week 'Cause if it did, you couldn't take it, and don't blame me I was given this world I didn't make it And now my son's gettin' older and older and cold From havin' the world on his shoulders While the rich kids is drivin' Benz I'm still tryin' to hold on to my survivin' friends And it's crazy, it seems it'll never let up, but Please, you got to keep your head up
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