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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Charlie Wilson
Charlie Wilson
Chant
Caleb Speir
Caleb Speir
Basse
Kenneth Crouch
Kenneth Crouch
Claviers
Bun B
Bun B
Chant
Joshua Lopez
Joshua Lopez
Guitare
One Way
One Way
Artiste samplé
Pimp C
Pimp C
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Al Perkins
Al Perkins
Paroles/Composition
Cuba Gregory
Cuba Gregory
Paroles/Composition
Al Hudson
Al Hudson
Paroles/Composition
Kenneth Crouch
Kenneth Crouch
Arrangement des instruments à cordes
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pimp C
Pimp C
Production
Oscar Ramirez
Oscar Ramirez
Ingénierie de prise de son
Doug Fenske
Doug Fenske
Assistance d’ingénierie
Bob Brown
Bob Brown
Ingénierie de mixage
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Ingénierie de mixage
Bun B
Bun B
Production déléguée
Eddy Schreyer
Eddy Schreyer
Ingénierie de mastérisation
J. Prince
J. Prince
Production déléguée
James "Jimbo" Barton
James "Jimbo" Barton
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mike Moe
Mike Moe
Ingénierie de prise de son
Phillip Ramos
Phillip Ramos
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage

Paroles

Dear Lord, I know You don't condone The things I be doin' out here in these streets And I hope that, I pray that You can overlook The wrong that I had done in my life I don't know no other way to survive out here I got a whole bunch of people dependin' on me Just walk with me, walk with me Busslin' and gamblin', hit licks scramblin' Bricks, I'm out here handlin', I'm pimpin' and I'm payin' the rent Didn't choose this dirty game, this dirty game, it chose me Every city love cocaine, they'll get it from him If they don't get it from me So I get cross-country with that thang Makin' that crisp, lettin 'em hang Bangin' that 'Pac, if I die tonight, least mama know I didn't die in vain 'Cause I put up sum from every sale so all my children can live well Might go to heaven, might go to hell But just put me in woodgrain lane Deville I wonder sometime how life would be if it was no such thing as D But then I put that sweet down 'cause that bullshit don't apply to me 'Cause out here on the real streets a dreamer always stay sleep 'Cause out here the strong survive And now they didn't die from thankin' weak Gotta play for keeps, gotta play it hard, still tryna get right with God Still read my Bible lone 'cause Reverend do wrong, still livin' fraud Tonight if I get down on my knees And ask the Lord to forgive me, please You thank He gon' hear me? 'Cause tomorrow I'm still gon' be slangin' ki's Lord, I'm just a G Out here livin' fast How long can it last? I just can't give it up I'm riskin' all out in the streets Out here livin' fast How long can it last? See, I was born in the ghetto, manye, I was raised in the hood And unless you lived it yourself, it just can't be understood People think hustlin' is cool or hustlin' is live They don't understand hustlers only hustlin' to survive They wished they lived in the 'burbs, wished they didn't have to hang Out on corners in low-income house in projects and slang They wish their daddy was home, mama wasn't on drugs And they didn't have to grow up to be dealers and thugs Po' children got aspirations and dreams just like the wealthy But it's hard when that environment you live in ain't healthy You ain't givin' no hope, nobody showin' you pride And you live with all this anger and frustration inside Dog, don't let nobody tell you what you can or you can't do Just 'cause they funky ass couldn't do it, they ain't you You can be who you wanna be, live life how you feel Just put your faith in the Lord, now that's keepin' it trill fo' real Lord, I'm just a G Out here livin' fast How long can it last? I just can't give it up I'm riskin' all out in the streets Out here livin' fast How long can it last? I wonder if it's a heaven up there for real G's For all the niggaz in the game that's been slangin' cheese For all them boys on them swangers and their fifth wheel I'm out here riskin' my life, niggaz shife but I stay trill I pray so much, I wonder if the Lord love me I think He do but I'm so caught up in my thug deep The feds bug me, followin' me around for three Niggaz couldn't catch me so they hit me with conspiracy You know that that's the other level of the game Ain't got shit on me but some niggaz said my name So here they come, they thang tight They playin' shife, no Bun, givin' me life I ain't goin' back, I'm a make 'em kill me I'ma bust back, fuck the pen, you feel me? Wish I can hug my momma and kiss my baby girl I know it's a better place than livin' in this dirty world Lord, I'm just a G Out here livin' fast How long can it last? I just can't give it up I'm riskin' all out in the streets Out here livin' fast How long can it last? Some people win and some people lose Some always cryin' the blues, yeah Some people win, some people lose Some always bein' misused Lord, I'm just a G Out here livin' fast How long can it last? Just can't give it up I'm riskin' all out in the streets Out here livin' fast How long can it last? 'Cause I need You, Lord, right now I need You, right now Need Ya, I need Ya, I need Ya I need Ya 'cause I'm goin' and livin' too fast, yeah Lord, I'm just a G Out here livin' fast How long can it last? I just can't give it up I'm riskin' all out in the streets Out here livin' fast How long can it last? Out here livin' too fast, how long can it last? I can't get up, Lord, can You help me? Lord, can You help me? Can You help me? Can You help me, right now, yeah
Writer(s): Albert Vernon Hudson, Cuba Gregory, Albert Lewis Perkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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