Lyric Growing Up

[Mickey]
I ain t nothin but a hustler, I raised like that
Pumpin gas or pumpin crack, we was paid like that
Ol G s taught us game, we was made like that
Cross tha family, ya get sprayed wit a mac
Laid flat
My uncle was sellin crack, my father was smokin
Me and brother didn t like tha way my mother was (?)
So we promised to get my momma out
Betta car, betta house
And if daddy ain t gettin shit togetha, fuck it, a betta spouse
I know what this ghetto bout, I live that life
No heat, no light at tha crib at night
Stay strapped , gat attached next to my ribs at night
Cause them fiends ll try to steal yo life
Muthafucka this Chicago
Everything I live for, I die for
Cash Money tha click I ll ride for
Yeah, they showed me love when them label wasn t fuckin wit me
Now tha whole workld in love wit Mickey
Cash Money Millionaires nigga

[Hook(Turk)]
Growing up was hard in them project bricks
I ain t gone even lie dawg I ain t neva had shit
It was hard dawg wit out a father figure
Give it up to my mom cuz she stood tall nigga

[Christina]
Nigga I m from city where niggaz gang bang and shit
Up on tha corner drinkin henny, tryna hang and shit
I tote em quick and make chickens get over
Tha first bitch in my gone get knocked tha fuck over
Shit I m not playin, them bullets gone start sprayin
Start prayin, cuz gats gone start sprayin
Stop panicin, stayin calm to I bomb out this ghetto
Leg, back, arms, ice up to tha elbow
Rock Fenni, bitches envy me up in tha ghetto
Slimmy s pack simmy s, squeeze 50 in tha ghetto
Tote Gucchi coats, toast toast in they thoart
Hit tha roach, don t smoke, it ll have u senseless in tha ghetto
Cuz niggaz will beat u senseless in tha ghetto
I m glad I moved my mom to tha ponds, out tha palms of tha ghetto
True divas neva settle for tha ghetto
Come on, and that s real Cash Money nigga

[Hook]

[Turk]
Three sons and a momma, growin up was hard
Couldn t keep up wit tha Jones, cuz we didn t have funds
In tha summer it was hot, cuz we didn t have air
Daddy wasn t even around like he didn t even care
I ain t gone lie, sometimes you to get pissed off
At my momma like it was her fault but ir wasn t at all
Used to keep a pair of tenny s for atleast 6 months
When they got scuffed up, we just ploished em up
Had to be inside early, yeah i punched tha clock
Didn t have no telephone or no cable box
Just my momma and my brother gettin how we live
One thing fa sho dawg we kept a meal
Livin on welfare and my momma s pray
Wishin that one day we gone get outta this hell
Thinkin to myself this shit all fucked up, times was heard for me dawg growin
up

[Hook]