Been A Long Time - Lyrics - C-***

[C-***] Let me see them 3's, put em up This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice (*** the world *** you got a choice) on whether they wanted to be there or not In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street (ya heard me?) Chorus: C-*** It's been a long time since a *** showed me love I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a *** blood It's been a long time since a *** showed me love but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a *** blood [C-***] I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes and will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time? I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold and I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them *** I'm checkin Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots Holdin meetings on the block a young *** at the top and will I make it, out the ghetto, *** the future cause I'm usedta doin what I'm doin right now, and this *** will never stop Chorus [C-***] Two years I'm locked up like a *** I'm boxed up Hard times got me trapped ***, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal *** don't trip They're dead, ya heard me *** serve me don't be like no busta These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues *** I'ma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get *** You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat Cause real life ain't on TV ***, real life is on the street *** Chorus 2X [C-***] It's been a long *** time since a *** showed me love C-***, C-P-3-killer Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans The infamous ghetto, young ***, will age well Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know It's war crimes baby, takin over the world Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto Will I die I don't know baby It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs So I just say to all the young *** out there goin through what I went through, there's a way out So keep your head high and keep your heat low, ya heard me? {*fades out*}