Lil' Scrappy Like Me Lyrics

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Aye (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', uh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all *****s wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all *****s wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all *****s wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain *****, 'cause (Y'all *****s wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

[Chorus]
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a ***** on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me
(Lemme explain somethin' to y'all mayn')

I know you see me shinin'
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinkin' dat ya boy ain't been grindin'
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the suma
Yea, we went through pain
We was stackin' change
Payin' the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Sellin' weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha **** I been through, a ***** should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearin' pistols holla (Damn!)
Now when ? died
You know a ***** cried
Not havin' him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wonderin' round 'cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her 'cause she a real *****
I'll kill any mutha****a doin' somethin' to her (Yup!)

[Chorus]

Uh Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!)
On stage gettin' hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tomorrow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of ****ed up (Yea)
'cause I was showin' love (Love)
I was givin' hugs (Hugs)
Chillin' with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about puttin' in dat ? work
They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
*****s takin' lives goin' jail, payin' fo' it
Ain't nothin' left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

[Chorus]
Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 I'm Back
  • 2 Touching Everything
  • 3 Young and Famous
  • 4 Money in the Bank (remix)
  • 5 Been a Boss
  • 6 Gangsta, Gangsta
  • 7 Posted in the Club
  • 8 Anutha Country Story
  • 9 Livin in the Projects
  • 10 Born to Live
  • 11 Pussy Poppin'
  • 12 Get Right
  • 13 Baby Daddy
  • 14 The Situation
  • 15 Police
  • 16 Like Me
  • 17 G-Shit
  • 18 Nigga, What's Up
  • 19 Lord Have Mercy
  • 20 Oh Yeah (Work)
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