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A FEW NIGGAS I KNOW ( Know What Struggle Means)
by Lenard M Pugh

Friday, August 03, 2007
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Song: A Few Niggas I Know-Part 1
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A FEW NIGGAS I KNOW HOOK: This Here Is Jus’ Fo’ A Few Niggas I Know South Side North Side, All Throughout Chicago West Side East Side Joe, All The Ghettos Those Who Stories Ain’t Been Told With Soul I GOT YOU For The OGs, BGs , Strugglers Between From Ida B to Robert Taylor 100s to The Greens Uptown Downtown Wherever My People Are Seen We Survivors Y’all We Truly Know What Struggle Means I. OG Charlie sleeps on a bench in Lincoln Park Old clock radio fo’ his pillow in the dark beggin’ fo’ squares, say they keep him mellow black like you and me, but Gs don’t say hello “What’chu want from me? Pushin’ sixty with no family. You ain’t doin’ well Joe.” Eatin’ a piece a cheeseburger you jus’ threw away pushin’ what’s left of his life through the streets in a cart all day Say he used to work downtown, gettin’ major play aimed too highshot too quick, got his credentials snatched away never thought he’d be in a hallway tryin’ to get outta the cold never thought his wife would leave him over money he found out she stole Say a prayer for that nigga while you sip yo Wild Irish Rose joe toast to all the OGs and vets in the alleys freezin’ cold fo’ sho’ HOOK: This Here Is Jus’ Fo’ A Few Niggas I Know South Side North Side, All Throughout Chicago West Side East Side Joe, All The Ghettos Those Who Stories Ain’t Been Told With Soul I GOT YOU For The OGs, BGs , Strugglers Between From Ida B to Robert Taylor 100s to The Greens Uptown, Downtown Wherever My People Are Seen We Survivors Y’all We Truly Know What Struggle Means II. Tomika raw deal fo’ real with a scarred face plus missin’ 2 front teeth small frame but tall game no lame when it comes to beef She pack a 4-4; no fear of heat, her fights be brief left a hole in a nigga who tried to rob her in broad daylight on the street So many thug niggas called her out her name and beat her face in that now she hard like a nigga, dress like’em and only likes women Catch her drunk out on the street, in between a job or a crib smokin’ sherm with some GD Queens in the back of a gangsta whip Mobbin’ grimy like a squatter, stains all on her gear “ Betta stop actin’ hard bitch”, her momma tell her, but Tomika don’t hear if the 5-0 start it with her, Tomika don’t disappear she be all in they face, ready to throw blows-no tears, no fear See you soldier when the war starts, you so full of fire Stay you always baby, hold on strong, watch out for the liars HOOK: This Here Is Jus’ Fo’ A Few Niggas I Know South Side North Side, All Throughout Chicago West Side East Side Joe, All The Ghettos Those Who Stories Ain’t Been Told With Soul I GOT YOU For The OGs, BGs , Strugglers Between From Ida B to Robert Taylor 100s to The Greens Uptown Downtown Wherever My People Are Seen We Survivors Y’all We Truly Know What Struggle Means III. Lil’ bad nigga Lidell already used to living in hell 12 years old, eyes cold, pockets always on swell servin’ rocks and blows in the stairwell, already headed fo’ jail ma made him man of the house cuz he the only male Be in the mirrior stuntin’, talkin’ tough, actin’ hard as nails doin’ push-ups , can’t wait ‘til he buff, yeah, he stackin’ his mail Takes puffs from blunts, sips from 40s with other shorties doomed to fail pops left the crib when he was three in house full of females he the worsest lil’ thug most folks in the building say some see him everyday, but never speak cuz they stay afraid other BGs stay away they know he don’t play never short him on his fetti, no way, Lidell’ll spray Hope you find a way out that ugly position youngsta or evolve as leader and elevate the soldiers amongst ya HOOK: This Here Is Jus’ Fo’ A Few Niggas I Know South Side North Side, All Throughout Chicago West Side East Side Joe, All The Ghettos Those Who Stories Ain’t Been Told With Soul I GOT YOU For The OGs, BGs , Strugglers Between From Ida B to Robert Taylor 100s to The Greens Uptown Downtown Wherever My People Are Seen We Survivors Y’all We Truly Know What Struggle Means      

 

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Reviewed by Glen Manese 8/22/2011
This would be a bit easier to read if you broken down the verses, the chorus lines, and etc... But you flow well through the lines... Thanks for sharing...
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 3/19/2009
Remind me never to try to do real rap, as while I can read it, I could never speak it, let alone figure it out...but I would like to hear this while reading it...and you wrote it on my birthday 8/3...very cool, Ed



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