THIS THING OF OURS

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I got a kid on the way, pray you healthy, that's all If it's a boy, hope you got my toughness, your mother's heart If it's a girl, gotta raise her up like a goddess, pure Burn away daddy's demons, forever my shining star, I'm yours No Miss Wallace resentin' us, hurts to hit 'em up Biggie died for culture, much rather him be here with his blood A nigga status shouldn't be the reason you send him love The perfect palette to taste pain, that's what it was Now it's ghetto thick-booty bitches, you know what's up Struttin' through with her, I snuck the ratchet in the club Never had the talent, so you let your fashion build your buzz The nigga under the wing could one day become your crutch Never got my thank you, even family'll snake you Money Mitch to Uncle Ice hateful, ungrateful They risk it all over pride and money, but make it make sense Just to die in they memory'd be a two-week event [Chorus] Protect this thing of ours, yeah Like I'm Tommy DeVito, more Paulie Sorvino in this thing of ours, shit Hard bein' a negro, never G-Money Nino in this thing of ours, yeah Nigga, we under oath, promise to never let the money break the bond Yeah, yeah, this thing of ours [Verse 2] I feel I hurt the ones that loved me the most Never intentional, promise won't do it no more The more dirt on my name, it's like the more that I grow Same environment, but not tyrants like the ones that I know I left my granny for what I thought was a better life Came home, memory gone, she closer to the light Recognized me with gleamy eyes, puttin' up a fight She passed away before her baby boy could reach new heights, what is life? Cops pull up the squad, watchin' bodies drop in here Local hustler whip it 'til it lock like rasta hair Chopper hangin' out the window like some botched verneers A funny career, slept on, but I'm revered As one of the best, but the price is the life I live Cautious of these crooked smiles in this tryin' biz Nasty, filthy, sucio, savage [Chorus] Never let no rat nigga do damage to this motherfuckin' thing of ours Yeah, givin' game to the youth, watch for Bishop in Juice in this thing of ours Money don't make you cool, you can never buy your way inside this thing of ours Keep the love, I prefer the loyalty, all I need in this thing of ours Yeah, this thing of ours [Outro] Yo, what's up, Nick? This Sub, homie I'm just callin' to say thank you for stayin' solid when they came to get me, bro Most niggas would've folded, cracked under pressure, but you kept it one hundred, man Even when them people brought you out there handcuffed, man You ain't care about yourself, you wanted to make sure I was straight That's real love, my nigga, real nigga shit