Released: November 18, 2005
Songwriter: Ghostface Killah
Producer: Nottz
[Hook: sample]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I was born and raised in New York City
The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jays and the Biggies
Ralph Iceys, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high-tech
Our appearance is we still in the grind, and direct
But on my side of town shit's gorilla, phone booths is broke
Behind the building niggas on post
What up, Doc? What up, Lord? I'm chilling
These motherfuckers got my name and my face
Placed up in every building
You see what that do to the children, that ain't right
I've been raised in these projects, damn near, all my life
And these faggots wanna do this to me, I'mma lay low
And blow that cop, son, you watch
No lie, word to my momma, dunn
They don't want the drama, thunn, 'member me in '86?
Knocked out four cops, got knocked on the outer bridge
Bagged me with two clips, a fifth of Bacardi Dark
I spared them, cause all of them left with they body parts
I'm not crazy; I'm lulu, I will Larry Davis these spades
You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu
The Culture Pound'll go thru dude, and ricochet off his shoulder
Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles
Fuck it..
[Hook: sample]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
I'mma tell ya motherfuckers something, my struggle is real
Threw ketchup on my rice, 'cause there was no meat with the meal
My dog was better off alone, he ate when I ate, if not days later
Two weeks old cold shit, straight out the refrigerator
Ran away a few times, then boom, went to Dee and fried them
Prior to that, burning rulers, we was getting high in the Hill
So many cracks we done crushed up in dollar bills
It's a shame, didn't smoke once plain; don't pass me that
I had escaped that, then dust took over
Hit bags of red devil, bundels leaking, had put the hood in a coma
Hustling backwards and off balance, turkey and cheese heros
And nutriments, kept a nigga belly full
Fresh cut and fresh kicks, thinking it was cool, now I'm telling you
A grown man still in the struggle, vouch for my brothers too
And sisters, all across the globe, fuck the past
Fix the future, I'm sent here to spread the message, come on
[Hook: sample]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Yo, I was born and raised in New York City
The home of the Yankees, the Jam Master Jays and the Biggies
Ralph Iceys, Jet mags, cops surveillance, it's high-tech
Our appearance is we still in the grind, and direct
But on my side of town shit's gorilla, phone booths is broke
Behind the building niggas on post
What up, Doc? What up, Lord? I'm chilling
These motherfuckers got my name and my face
Placed up in every building
You see what that do to the children, that ain't right
I've been raised in these projects, damn near, all my life
And these faggots wanna do this to me, I'mma lay low
And blow that cop, son, you watch
No lie, word to my momma, dunn
They don't want the drama, thunn, 'member me in '86?
Knocked out four cops, got knocked on the outer bridge
Bagged me with two clips, a fifth of Bacardi Dark
I spared them, cause all of them left with they body parts
I'm not crazy; I'm lulu, I will Larry Davis these spades
You spill a little blood on the NARC's Fubu
The Culture Pound'll go thru dude, and ricochet off his shoulder
Miss the teeth and hit his Lo Mein noodles
Fuck it..
[Hook: sample]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...
[Verse 2: Ghostface Killah]
I'mma tell ya motherfuckers something, my struggle is real
Threw ketchup on my rice, 'cause there was no meat with the meal
My dog was better off alone, he ate when I ate, if not days later
Two weeks old cold shit, straight out the refrigerator
Ran away a few times, then boom, went to Dee and fried them
Prior to that, burning rulers, we was getting high in the Hill
So many cracks we done crushed up in dollar bills
It's a shame, didn't smoke once plain; don't pass me that
I had escaped that, then dust took over
Hit bags of red devil, bundels leaking, had put the hood in a coma
Hustling backwards and off balance, turkey and cheese heros
And nutriments, kept a nigga belly full
Fresh cut and fresh kicks, thinking it was cool, now I'm telling you
A grown man still in the struggle, vouch for my brothers too
And sisters, all across the globe, fuck the past
Fix the future, I'm sent here to spread the message, come on
[Hook: sample]
All my life, it's been one big struggle
Born and raised... in the slums of trouble, I'm all...