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Field Mob
It's Hell (feat. Ole-E)
912
Pop
It's Hell (feat. Ole-E)은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2002년 10월 22일일에 Geffen에서 발매되었습니다.From Tha Roota To Tha Toota
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앨범From Tha Roota To Tha Toota
발매일2002년 10월 22일
라벨Geffen
LanguageEnglish
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
에너지
BPM85

개요

가사

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Field Mob
Field Mob
실연자
Ole-e
Ole-e
드럼 프로그래밍
Ebo
Ebo
베이스 기타
Guy Wes
Guy Wes
건반
작곡 및 작사
Darion Crawford
Darion Crawford
작사가 겸 작곡가
Shawn Johnson
Shawn Johnson
작사가 겸 작곡가
Emanuel Anderson
Emanuel Anderson
작사가 겸 작곡가
Boondox Blax
Boondox Blax
편곡자
Kalage
Kalage
편곡자
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Ole-e
Ole-e
프로듀서
Ebo
Ebo
공동 프로듀서
Guy Wes
Guy Wes
공동 프로듀서
Wes Orwan
Wes Orwan
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Guilarte Gael
Guilarte Gael
어시스턴트 녹음 엔지니어
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
마스터링 엔지니어
Saunder De Jong
Saunder De Jong
녹음 엔지니어
Tommy Uzzo
Tommy Uzzo
믹싱 엔지니어

가사

Stay up
Hold ya head up
It's hell in the streets boy
Hold your head y'all, livin' cause it's there
(Kalage)
I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
I should've listened to them preaches in the pool kid
Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicate-ed
My mind, Fuck the World, we cried
My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows
The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
To my **** in the county, I might do a bit with ya
Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my ****
(Chorus)
'Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my ****)
'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say
(Boondox)
Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
Love my momma, can't deny that face
And as a child, everynight I prayed
For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
"Lord save me, take me, away from here"
20 to 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
Why we evict'?
Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
Why I gotta rob?
Why my pappi ain't gotta job?
Why I ain't graduate?
Why through high school I didn't have a date?
Why I had to masturbate?
Wea, wea, hand me their hands
Why so many not it jail?
Why I let my family down?
Why my uncle died?
Wish it would've been me
He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me
(Chorus)
It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my ****)
'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say
(Kalage)
He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
Family ties, this is where the drama begins
Tellin' by momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back"
He's trippin' like he's outta control
So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke
Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
11 years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit
But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard
And when them folks come through, that stupid ass be droppin' the charge
Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists
I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb
It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt
She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever
She almost died, of loss of blood
I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her when she ain't needin' my daddy
She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end
It's hell
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope
Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope
(Chorus x3 to fade)
It's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my ****)
'Cause it's hell
What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
Lord keep watchin' over
I'm lookin' for a better way
I that's all I gotta say
Written by: Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson, Shawn Johnson, Sidney Johnson

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