Lil' Scrappy: Like me

[intro:]Eyyy... like meCome onG's up, get yo cheese upY'all niggaz wanna be like meYa know what it is manIt's ya boy, lil scrapDon't nobody really know my struggleBut they wanna be, where i'm atWell go through the pain, niggaCuz only the good lord knowYup...[chorus:]I think they wanna ride like me, (like me)Have a bitch on the passenger-side like me, (like me)Yeah i think they wanna shine like me, (like me)On t.v. with the fame like me, (like me)Yeah they wanna wear a chain like me, (like me)I think they wanna be trained like me, (like me)Yeah they wanna have the game like me, (like me)But don't wanna go through pain like me, (like me)[intro]Come on maynA!Come onLet me explain something to y'all man[verse 1:]I know you see me shiningWith the yellow diamondDon't think ya boy ain't been grindingI was with my mommaAnd there was alotta dramaWe sold crack from the winter all through the summerYeah we went through painWe was stacking changePaying the cost to live in the streets maynSold cocain just a little powderSellin weed tryna make a couple of extra dollarsThe shit i been through a nigga should've been a scholarAll night tryna sleep hearing pistols hollar, (damn)Now when "?" diedYou know a nigga criedNot having him aroundYou know it hurt insideGotta have shelter over my lil sisterMomma wondering around cuz she a drugdealerI gotta give it to her cuz she a real niggaI kill any mofocker doing something to herYup...[chorus][verse 2:]They wanna be on stage, (right)They wanna get paid, (oooh)But they don't know the hurt, (hurt)And they can't feel my pain, (oooh)On stage gettin hit with a bottleKnocked out and i need to know if i'mma rap tommorow, (a!)In the hospital straight bruized upGot a cut from my lip and my thumbs up, (damn)It's kind of fucked up, (?)Cuz i waz showin love, (love)I was givin' hugs, (hugs)Chillin' with the thugs, (oooh)Al i'm tryna do is show love to everybodyGod let me alive so i can (tell about it/ televise it), (amen)See i don't scream and shout it, but i go to churchWhat ya know about puttin in that "?" (brown work)They throwin' up signs and they dyin' for it, (i'm crip and a blood)Niggaz taking lives goin' to jail payin' for itAin't nothing left after death but heaven itselfAnd if ya go to jail your seed will have no help[chorus: till end]