Tallahassee Days

Lyrics

[Intro: stic.man] 1993, Southside,.Orange Ave Southcity, Tallahassee Florida I'm take y'all back to the yellow mustang with no license With that .38 under the seat What you know? Yo [Verse: stic.man] Whoever said life is beautiful lied, this shit is hell I've seen too many funerals, too many of my niggas locked in cells Nobody ever put me on life was like this I'm 20 years old and my whole life's a crisis No way out and I mean that when I say that Runnin' round from place to place like a stray cat I don't own nothing, don't hold nothing I'm growing up with nothing to show for all my hustlin', still strugglin' And a job is a joke, they ain't hirin' The only free ride I get is one with a siren So what other choice do I have? I got niggas on the ave pushin slabs that a break me off a Porche and a half So I can stand on my own two Be able to have what I need so I can do what I want to I wish I woulda had a career 'Cause through the years my mother stressed taking care of self but I ain't here I was caught up, sippin on Coors, smokin Newports shorts In and out of court without a single thought But these days I'm out bout to Loc Whether I make a record or serve dope, I refuse to keep bein broke 'Cause times are getting rougher by the second As long as I come up, who give a fuck about the method It's a kill or be killed kind of a theory that's in me So when I die, believe I'm taking somebody with me If I'm wrong, than I rather be wrong than right 45 calibre chrome and it's on tonight, nigga That's how I'm livin, low life, runin licks Taking big risks, tryna get my motherfuckin flow right Cause without loot it's useless, my life as a youth was fruitless That's why nowadays I'm ruthless Plus I got a lady in my life That one day just may be my wife if I can deal with this crazy strife I put love in the air to show that I care for her Let her know I always be there for her But right now the type of life I live Can't afford no wife and kid, I gotta fight for my right to live So I cock my hat low Snatchin up pocket books and float 'cause I'm a thug and that's all I know Whatever it take to make the steps, I'm ready to take the steps Whoever got papes better break theyself