I’m Alive (Network 3)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo, I'm from the north of 'delph Momma birthed the king on the murder scene Daddy was a fiend but he stayed clean Sharper than a crease in his jean Older brother took his place though Still momma see him every time she see my face though Drugs got the best of one of my favorite cousins Chances of him changing is one of my haters loving Grand Hustle and ducking officers all night Married to the streets at the alter with all white Pistol in my polos, work up in the tire Never leaving in at home where even its on I'm ready to fire Dribbling back to Pontiacs and Marwuese at Aunt Peach's North of 'delph to them palm beaches with fine divas Pitty scramblers popping cans still I got the green on me Got the dark Mr. Clark keep the lean on me Dodging cops and haters that's trying to put the beam on me Got my nigga Dean with me, Bird got machines on him Y'all was playing rough house, we was in the drug house On our enemy's turf like a Crip in a Blood house Take an abandoned building and turn it into a club house Back with Beanie Sigel we showing you what a thug 'bout Body fill with hate when they take someone you love out Still shining bright like a light whenever the bulb out We was the younger niggas older niggas couldn't stand They took my man, I'll never take the stand Or the church or the dirt, payed a hell of a price Years later Bird got jailed for life See death around the corner I can read it in my palm Getting high knowing I'm have seizures when I'm on Waking up with needles in my arm Lost my brother Larry now my daughter see his born In memory of Betty and Debbie and Uncle Boobie Your boy be the sequel, I promise to make a movie I'm alive niggas! [Break] [Verse 2] H [?] and Bugs in a wheelchair Fuck it this a blessing you're still here Though you paralyzed I know the pain you feel there Just know you got one nigga that still care Cutting class momma ain't know thought I was still there Tough love brothers from another, now the deal here Now we got them Young Gunz running through the city street Fucking all the bad bitches, all they know Chris and Neef Johnny did eight straight right back for homicide Young hip hop tell Nas that I'm alive Running around with a full pound and a big bulldog Young nigga gave you that Gunplay before Ross Now we on that Roc shit trying to pull a tour off Yeah we made a couple, but, niggas made more off Here about that stash Philly niggas kick your door off Cops make us leave, right back when they pull off Nails still dirty, my nigga I'm seeing thirty Do it for the ounce niggas trying to see a birdy I'm alive! L.A. you heard me You'll never lose a grip, business is strudy Even though my whip clean I ride dirty From eating Black Eyed Peas, to fucking bitches like Fergie I promise my dog no matter what I'll get 'em murdered Catch a body, pay a hundred, fucking wait for the verdict Fake friends counted me out, yelling fuck 'em though Even through all the hate still love 'em though Never catch a nigga slip gotta still tuck 'em though Pluck 'em though, ballers like Jim Kelly, Buffalo Gotta keep it going for my family that suffer though All the shit I've been through made a nigga tougher though All the shells I dodged, all the friends lost Promise to get it in until we meet at the cross I'm alive niggas!