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
(f*ck the world n*gg* 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 n*gg* showed me love
i’ma make it – even if i have to spill a n*gg* blood
it’s been a long time since a n*gg* showed me love
but i’ma make it even if i have to spill a n*gg* blood

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 n*gg*z i’m checkin
them 15’s, layin laws like the man, callin shots
holdin meetings on the block a young n*gg* at the top
and will i make it, out the ghetto, f*ck the future cause i’m usedta
doin what i’m doin right now, and this sh*t will never stop


two years i’m locked up like a b*tch i’m boxed up
hard times got me trapped n*gg*, 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 n*gg* don’t trip
they’re dead, ya heard me n*gg* 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 n*gg*
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 n*gg*
you creep or you sleep, but me, i’m packin my heat
cause real life ain’t on tv n*gg*, real life is on the street beotch

[chorus 2x]

it’s been a long motherf*ckin time since a n*gg* showed me love
c-murder, c-p-3-killer
projects the cold hearted streets of new orleans
the infamous ghetto, young n*gg*z, 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 n*gg*z 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]

/ c murder lyrics