Still Standin Strong

Lyrics

[Intro: Tek] Yea, yea back up in here smoked out Strickly trees, strickly 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 [Pre-Verse: Tek, Steele] Day breaks sneeks upon my camp once more Get up get dressed and prepare for war Yo the wars wit everything outside your door It's a rude awakening but it's more in store [Verse 1: Steele] 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 when ever they could But remember the struggle continues after the venues Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you get into Theres a war goin' on outside and in my mental Gettin' drunk and I 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 locked, cause they blew the whistle Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sis do 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 [Chorus: Tek-N-Steele] In days of our lives they try to make us hate To search for tommorrow 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 stay 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 [Verse 2: Tek] I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up Calisthenic get me right so I'll be nicer 'Cause when you feel fit, ya feel nice Beware of the tricks and the full paradise Like the wicked mind in York with them gun 'pon cock Who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot When I get, what I got, roll the lye that I caught Rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop But death me fear not, cause the most high guy's I Bless me with protection as the years pass by Conquerer, mighty rasta Let no man steal from the pocket peel for ya It's a meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes Breakin' down like a junkie 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 sheisty ass bitches and the next man greed Mr. Ripper from the Stuy to the hills, it's all real Gotta maintain 'cause the sun don't chill [Chorus: Tek-N-Steele] In days of our lives we strive to make ends meet To search for tommorrow 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 stay 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