I'm Alive (Network 3)

[Verse 1] I'm from the north of death Momma birthed a king on the murder scene Daddy was a fiend but he stayed clean Sharper than the crease in his jean Older brother took his place though Still momma see every time she see my face though Drugs got the best of one of my favorite cousins Chances of him changing is what my haters loving Grand Hustle and ducking officers all night Married to the streets at the alter with all white Pistol in my polos, work up in my attire Never leaving in at home where even its on I'm ready to fire I'm back to Pontiacs and Marwuese at Aunt Peach's North of death to them palm beaches with fine divas Pitty scramblers popping cans still I got the green on me Got the dark Mr. Clark got the lean on me Dodging cops and haters that's trying to put them beam on me Got my nigga [?] with me, Bird go machines on him Y'all was playing rough house we was in the drug house On our enemy's turf like a crip in a blood house Take an abandoned building and turn it into a club house Back with Beanie Sigel we showing you what the thug bout Body fill with hate when they take someone you love out Still shining bright like a light whenever the bulb out We was the younger niggas the older niggas couldn't stand They took my man I'll never take the stand Or the church or the dirt, payed a hell of a price Years later Bird got jailed for life See death around the corner I can read it in my palm Getting high knowing I'm have seizures when I'm on Waking up with needles in my arm Lost my brother Larry know my [?] Remember [?] and Debbie and Uncle Boobie Ya boy be the sequel I promise to make a movie [Break] [Verse 2] H [?] and Bugs in the wheelchair Fuck it this a blessing you're still here Though you paralyzed I know the pain you feel there Just know that you got one nigga that still care Cutting class momma ain't know thought I was still there Tough love brothers from another now the [?] here Now we got the young guns running through the city streets Fucking all the bad bitches all they know [?] Johnny did eight straight right back for homicide Young hip hop tell Nas that I'm alive Coming around with will a full pound and a big bulldog Young nigga gave you that gun play before raw [?] we on that rock shit trying to pull a tour off Ya we a couple, niggas made more off Here about that stash Philly niggas will kick your door off Cops make us leave, right back when they pull off Nails still dirty my nigga I'm seeing thirty Do it for the ounce niggas trying to see a birdy I'm alive! LA you heard me, I'll never lose a grip business 'til thirty Even though my whip clean I ride dirty Eating black eyes peas, the fucking biscuits like Fergie I promise my daughter no matter what I'll get her [?] Catch a body pay a hundred and fucking wait for the verdict Fake friends counted me out, yelling fuck'em though Even through all the hate still love 'em though Catching niggas slipping got to still tuck 'em though, pluck'em though Ballers like Jim Kelly Buffalo Got to keep it going for my family that suffered though All the shit I've been through made a nigga tougher though All the shells dodged and all the friends lost I promies to get it in until we meet at the cross I'm alive niggas!