Been A Long Time Lyrics - C-murder

[C-Murder] 

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 

(fuck the world nigga 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-Murder] 

It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love 

I'ma make it - even if I have to spill a nigga blood 

It's been a long time since a nigga showed me love 

but I'ma make it even if I have to spill a nigga blood 

[C-Murder] 

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 niggaz I'm checkin 

Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots 

Holdin meetings on the block a young nigga at the top 

and will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta 

doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop 

[Chorus] 

[C-Murder] 

Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed up 

Hard times got me trapped nigga, 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 nigga don't trip 

They're dead, ya heard me nigga 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 nigga 

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 nigga 

You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat 

Cause real life ain't on TV nigga, real life is on the street beotch 

[Chorus 2X] 

[C-Murder] 

It's been a long motherfuckin time since a nigga showed me love 

C-Murder, C-P-3-killer 

Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans 

The infamous ghetto, young niggaz, 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 niggaz 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]