Текст песни Still Standin Strong

Yeah, yeah

Back up in here smoked out

Strictly trees, strictly trees

Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves

Swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us

For my dogs in a cut

Doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds

Maintain stayin' strong

Day breaks sneaks upon my camp once more

Get up, get dressed and prepare for war

Yo the war's wit everything outside your door

It's a rude awakening but it's more in store

When I walk through Brooklyn, people show me love

Went over to GA, people showed me love

Went to North Carolina, they showed us love

Even went to California and got love from thugz

And it's all good big up to all the neighborhood

That came to see Tek and Steele whenever they could

But remember the struggle continues after the vengeance

Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you get into

There's a war goin' on outside and in my mental

Gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what does gettin' bent do?

Last week my man put a pistol to his temple

I said nah son not that, that's too simple

One little niggie on the block sellin' crystal

Next little niggie got shot up on Bristol

'Nother little niggie lock, 'cause they blew the whistle

Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister

This little niggie be hard to find

Mind don't makin' it in this day and time

Do what we have to criminal or legal

Stayin' alive strivin' wit my people

In days of our lives they try to make ends meat

To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets
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Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef

I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat

Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall

Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall

'Cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park

You can get your life got in day the or the dark

I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up

Callisthenic get me right so I'll be nice up

'Cause when you feel fit ya feel nice

Beware of the tricks and the fool paradise

Like the wicked minded youth with them gun pound clocked

Who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot

Want to get, what I got, roll the lah that I cop

Rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop

But death me fear not, 'cause the most high guides I

Bless me wit protection as the years pass by

Conqueror, mighty rasta

Let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya

As I meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes

Breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes

To my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates

Livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes

For ya need, do whatever the deed

Watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves

Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills it's all real

Gotta maintain 'cause the sun don't chill

In days of our lives we strive to make ends meet

To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets

Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef

I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat

Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall

I'm just tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall

'Cause the streets of New York ain't no walk in the park

You can get your life got in the day or the dark