can’t give it up lyrics – bone thugs n harmony

there’s always something you got to give up (yeah, i know)
if you want everything you want (but sh*t i don’t know, i don’t know)
my life is a jungle, i struggle hustle monday through sunday
they tell me the world is mine but sh*t i don’t want it, who want it?
how could it be mine and i’m still hungry, still hungry
lost and lonely – so i holler at the voices of the wind as a friend
but i predicted this endin, back in the day
cuz i had visions of bad decisions knew n*gg*s would go astray
although we pray and we pray and we pray
we do but still wanna make the loot
no more united, divided we fall, n*gg* and hard
we all dealt f*cked up cards but don’t complain;
just play the hand that you was dealt
you play ’em right you prevail – you play ’em wrong then you fail
it ain’t hard to tell, when you been headed for self destruction
cause i, could look at the piece of the puzzle
it ain’t no love involved – everything we was dissolved
we all hard as one, but together we raw
and there ain’t a n*gg* that can f*ck wit that
we split up, we tied up, my n*gg* w*ssup wit that
lettin the devil get in, to the pen
devils pretendin to be friends
we was taken by that snake in the gr*ss
should of stuck the n*gg* fast
yeah, that motherf*ckin snake in the gr*ss
we dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus
now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis
there’s always something you got to give up.
if you want everything you want.
i was never on some solo sh*t
always down to roll and blow a head off
he dead off and don’t know me, don’t tell me you love me
when i was lonely and my daddy died
all of my n*gg*s came to the church
and thanks for comin, i’m still stressed out over the death
when i take my breath and puff my cigarette
i think the world is just collapsin
but i’m still rappin get it all off my chest
so i came back to the action
when the bird was flyin, low, and laughin
family bashin ’til it just happened
then wally p*ssed – and he asked me, “wasn’t it tragic?”
louie askin me if he’ll ever come back so hard
we tell the truth, no use in beatin around the bush
baby i’m sorry. it’s alllll in the game
throwin up blood – f*ck it layz’
let’s sign our life awayyy
now see me? i ain’t givin up a motherf*ckin thang
it’s hard to come by – and i ain’t no b*tch n*gg*
sh*t been in some robberies and walkbys
and you don’t want that; neither do i
but i will, i will – cause i’m a hustler, hustler
high ’til i die, i’m gon’ get mine
even if it mean murder, gettin caught, f*ck it let me fry
know it’s hectic, n*gg*s start sh*t nowadays.
but i’m a hustler just like you, don’t bring that sh*t my way
well if there’s somethin you can’t give up (would ya give it up)
to get everything you want (i can feel the love)
h*ll naw i’ll be thugged out n*gg*, turned out n*gg*
runnin wit n*gg*s thats killas;
the realest that be shermed out n*gg*
spittin my prophecy ain’t no stoppin me
i’m comin through with the motherf*ckin shotty
i really don’t wanna hurt n*body; just kill off illuminati
f*ck the d-e-a and the f-b-i
i-r-s can kiss my *ss, u-c-p-d, f-c-c
y’all better quit too ‘fore a n*gg* come blast you
blast you – “hit ’em up” like ‘pac did
take ’em hostage, terrorize and torture
your ghetto resource’ll be pay back, pay back
little lay dat, young n*gg* with scrilla
and b*tch i thought you knew
you got a beam on me? i got a beam on you
you f*ck wit me? i’mma f*ck wit you
beeitch! like it always be
y’all b*tches gon’ have to kill me, feel me!
you gon’ have to pop me, to even try to stop me from grindin
i’m leavin you blinded by the size of mo thugs ’til you find us
all the n*gg* know what the hood like
in the streets gotta get that good life
sellin that yea up under the street light
it’s the hood life, don’t fight
a n*gg* want out but just can’t get out;
so i guess i gots to face it
all them dreams of havin big thangs, i’m still gon’ chase it
it’s always somethin’ you got to give up (yeah, i know)
if you want everything you want (but sh*t, i don’t know, i don’t know)
here they come, wait can i barktalk bone, jumpin it feelin
better now, better hit ’em with the future shot
but feelin like pac, that’s what the guy thought
but this sh*t don’t stop, i send much love to the pop
droppin this sh*t today, we kickin this thug music
better love us, so when i love smokin buds on the bus
see we gone sells out that’ll make you l*st
my n*gg* don’t play too close, my thugs in heaven and sh*t
my n*gg*s’ll pop with the pistols, and snap out the holsters
and cover a snitch all wet
why the f*ck could not he write me s-e-t for the second sincerely
we baggin ’em up rollin n*gg*s and throwin ’em in the wasteland
soldier, told ya n*gg* we gone have our time
like daughters in heaven don’t tell him, on his knee
he’s fell, he better hope he don’t fall victim
n*gg*s pick up another, then they run
but i’m through with the body b*tch ah
but when they want it, yea he just in the business
flesh givin you pain or pleasure, whatever you want i’mma bring
young, but them package you’ll be impressed
[lb] if it was somethin you can’t give up
[kb] yea i know (would ya give it up)
[lb] to get everything you want
[kb} but sh*t i don’t know i don’t know (i can feel the pump)

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