Whirlwind

Duration

3:11

Genres

Rap/Gangsta Rap

Description

Lyrics

Verse1: before there was a rip thugg I was mr. Jones/ came from ah family where rights was the wrongs/ seen a lot of shit as youth that I've should've seen/ another horror story in my life think its a bad dream/ I'm surrounded by dope fiends/ rather its the weed r the white/ the heroin no nice scenes/ my uncle had the herringbone chains on/ white Benz with the gold plated face on it/ im like shit I wanna be like him/ young blood nigga getting figures nice women/ Karl kani, Rolex watch, a nice pair timbs/ and stayed slim without a day in the gym/ shit to me that's living/ my mama had to work 3jobs to stay a float/ its hard to keep yo head above water without a boat/ they ask me how ah nigga can cope/ retain everything I see like im taking down notes/ Hook: life/ tell me when it's gone end/ cuz everyday I feel I'm trapped in a whirlwind/ caught in a game my family all in/ see these streets raise thuggs it don't raise men/ life tell me when I'm gone go/ anotha day anotha murder that's why my heart cold/ you wonder why the thugg so cold/ understand my life and you'll no/ Verse2: my father was part of the st.louis kingpin/ my cousin Johnny was running these streets like wind sprints/ had the whole Northside of the Lou condition/ speaking wat I know excuse any omissions/ had a couple of hoes as part of the business/ many buildings to legitimize living/ killaz/ to silence all of the witnesses/ wonder why It was so easy to get in this/ no pretend/ first murder I saw was at the age of 5/ first homie I lost was at the age 10/ guess I can chalk it up to this gang shit that we r in/ these niggaz round here like my brothers/ die protecting them/ I got initiated/ wanted to vindicate my homie death/ saw the blood who shot em chilling on the steps/ but what we didn't know is them niggaz was creeping up from behind us/ pistols was fired then the silence/ now the sirens/ Hook: life/ tell me when it's gone end/ cuz everyday I feel I'm trapped in a whirlwind/ caught in a game my family all in/ see these streets raise thuggs it don't raise men/ life tell me when I'm gone go/ anotha day anotha murder that's why my heart cold/ you wonder why the thugg so cold/ understand my life and you'll no/ Verse3: my mama met a man/ the man took us in/ first week staying wit us they shot at his van/ he like look we gone move I ain't even playing/ im like yo that's same her last nigga said/ but homie getting paid/ money ain't ah thang/ took me to get my haircut from braids to the fade/ told me to pull my pants up fuck those thuggish ways/ you'll understand when you become a man some-day/ we moved to Chicago/ saved from untimely death as far I know/ yea cuzz a lot of my homies gone/ never knowing what they was destine to be before they got grown/ and now we living/ thankful for opportunities giving/ not what I envisioned/ my younger thoughts were being imprisoned/ from were im living/ fucked up thoughts of being in prison/ he got a mission/ for the thugg/ I see the vision/