Lirik Lagu Grew Up Hard - Ghostface Killah
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
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- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
(feat. Solomon Childs, Trife Da God)
[Intro: Trife Da God]Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right nowMy nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)Sip on this little bit of odor, made brownZone out, turn the lights offAnt boogie, what up? Uh-huh
[Trife Da God]In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man onListening to classic soul, with the slow jams onSmokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tearsPopping beers, almost twenty five years in the townI seen niggaz die off, like dandelions in the fallNiggaz heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hallYour boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ballIt's no exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta fallCuz we living in denial, but these lessons are vitalWhen marinating in the slums, you gotta practice survivalNow everybody wants to be next American idolBut these are more than just songs pressed up your vinylBeing rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shineBut we all can't green, knahImean?Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shineBut we all can't green...
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harderBut I ain't been to many operasOr had money for private doctorsAs harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clownI grew up hard, maybe you grew up harderThe message is I'm too strong to hold downI know the ledge, and I ain't planning to drownAs harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown
[Trife Da God]Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta save the childrenBut first, we gotta save our spoonsI was taught not to waste my foodEven if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got chewedEither you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter sweetUsed to get teased by my friends, cuz I had bigger feetI think about them jokes and laugh, crack a smileCuz as a child, I never knew that being broke was badGrowing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a niggaFrom putting that coke in them bagsThat was the past, now, I'm riding with the oak in the dashGot jealous niggaz hating, big time, hoping I crashI can't blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'emLet a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'emThat's word to my son little Jay, my little homeyAsk niggaz how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]Yeah, they say two heads are better than one, and in the processI learned that slow progress, is better than noneThat's why I'm still here persuing my goals, baking that breadIn the bakery, if I ain't out, doing no showsI hit the block, once in a blue, and front with the crewAnd show niggaz a good time, by getting drunk in the stud'Some niggaz find happiness, with a blunt and a brewThey talented niggaz, but they just need something to doIt's kinda hard try'nna look beyond buildings and bricksWe can't condone broken homes, when our children is sickTry'nna survive off the cereal and milk from the WICAnd all the good ones we got, be getting killed in the mixHe could of been the next Jordan, who knows, the next EmmittYoung Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennisThat's why I'm looking past the gimmicks, getting cash with DennisCriminal grind, we gonna smash the business
[Chorus]
[Outro:]Yeah, when you see that big thing pull upDon't be mad at us, man, be glad, we done made it from the projectsWe done came up, Stapleton Houses, manStraight up, Theodore, Toney Starks Enterprise
[Intro: Trife Da God]Uh-huh, whoo, just smoothing it out, right nowMy nigga Halloween, we gon' get rich this year, nigga (see)Sip on this little bit of odor, made brownZone out, turn the lights offAnt boogie, what up? Uh-huh
[Trife Da God]In the crib, with my wiz, getting my grown man onListening to classic soul, with the slow jams onSmokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tearsPopping beers, almost twenty five years in the townI seen niggaz die off, like dandelions in the fallNiggaz heard of Chip Banks and left him lying in the hallYour boy Sandy Brock was ill, like Kobe Bryant with the ballIt's no exceptions, even the biggest giants gotta fallCuz we living in denial, but these lessons are vitalWhen marinating in the slums, you gotta practice survivalNow everybody wants to be next American idolBut these are more than just songs pressed up your vinylBeing rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shineBut we all can't green, knahImean?Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shineBut we all can't green...
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]I grew up hard, maybe you grew up harderBut I ain't been to many operasOr had money for private doctorsAs harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clownI grew up hard, maybe you grew up harderThe message is I'm too strong to hold downI know the ledge, and I ain't planning to drownAs harsh it sound, these just a tears of a clown
[Trife Da God]Momma ain't raised no fool, they say we gotta save the childrenBut first, we gotta save our spoonsI was taught not to waste my foodEven if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got chewedEither you ate, or you didn't eat, the memories are bitter sweetUsed to get teased by my friends, cuz I had bigger feetI think about them jokes and laugh, crack a smileCuz as a child, I never knew that being broke was badGrowing up I was close to my dad, but that still didn't stop a niggaFrom putting that coke in them bagsThat was the past, now, I'm riding with the oak in the dashGot jealous niggaz hating, big time, hoping I crashI can't blame 'em, and on the same note, I can't change 'emLet a nigga disrespect my shit, I'm gonna flame 'emThat's word to my son little Jay, my little homeyAsk niggaz how your boy get down, ain't nothing phony
[Chorus]
[Trife Da God]Yeah, they say two heads are better than one, and in the processI learned that slow progress, is better than noneThat's why I'm still here persuing my goals, baking that breadIn the bakery, if I ain't out, doing no showsI hit the block, once in a blue, and front with the crewAnd show niggaz a good time, by getting drunk in the stud'Some niggaz find happiness, with a blunt and a brewThey talented niggaz, but they just need something to doIt's kinda hard try'nna look beyond buildings and bricksWe can't condone broken homes, when our children is sickTry'nna survive off the cereal and milk from the WICAnd all the good ones we got, be getting killed in the mixHe could of been the next Jordan, who knows, the next EmmittYoung Tiger Woods, or the new Arthur Ashe of tennisThat's why I'm looking past the gimmicks, getting cash with DennisCriminal grind, we gonna smash the business
[Chorus]
[Outro:]Yeah, when you see that big thing pull upDon't be mad at us, man, be glad, we done made it from the projectsWe done came up, Stapleton Houses, manStraight up, Theodore, Toney Starks Enterprise
