Dj Drama - No More Lyrics
Yeah, Willie The KidBright lights, street lights[Willie The Kid:]Summertime in apartment 409,Had to clean up the kitchen with 409,It Was cookin up work, while my granny at workMy big cause he ain understand me at first,He said, the court room or the casket,I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit,The street lights where I found my strengthBe with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifthLet's go[Lloyd:]I lost my daddy at a early age,Told my mama don't cry for me,If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,But that's in my dreams, back to reality,Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,No more, No More [x2] NoJust gotta learn to deal with problems,If you're young and from slum with no father,Got killed when you was little, still got mama,She try to tell him go to school, but why botherWhen gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'emSeems the stars get farther and fartherOut of my reach, out of these streets,Will they ever make it bigCause I lost my daddy at a early age,Told my mama don't cry for me,If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,But that's in my dreams, back to reality,Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,No more, No More [x2] NoI ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tearThinkin bout my dad I wish I had him back,I'd give up everything just to have him here,After this storm and rain I have no fear,Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong,I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, foreal[T.I.:]I'm livin' for the momentIf I could turn back the daysSure, you could turn this backHey, I was born with the hustle, never been a suckerDaddy wasn't in the crib, dat made me tougherMomma struggled with the bills, Dat made me stuff upPowder in a sack, which made me dumberNow I'm standin on the corner, bag full of Marijuana, CrackPistol my pocket for anybody who disrespectIn the trap chillin' where robbers and killers, kick it atMy arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' inHaaaa, bet dat I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappersShow these niggas what I'm best atGet a lil' check, flip it and invest thatYears later, oh now you see what my heads atLike meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread atYou keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead atYou rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said thatIf nothin' else but the hustle, you gon respect that[Lloyd:]Oh yeahI lost my daddy at a early age,Told my mama don't cry for me,If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,But that's in my dreams, back to reality,Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,No more, No More [x2] NoGuess, this is my lifeAnd I wanna live it rightI don't wanna run the streets no more, no [x2]
