DJ Drama No More (Feat. Lloyd, Willie The Kid And T.I.) Lyrics

Yeah, Willie Da Kid
Bright lights, street lights

[Willie Da Kid]
Summertime in apartment 409,
had to clean up the kitchen with 409,
get this cookin all work, while my granny at work
my big cousin understand me at first,
He said, the court room or the casket,
i'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit,
the street lights where i found my strength
be with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifth
Let's go

[Lloyd]
I lost my daddy at a early age,
Tell my mama don't cry for me,
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, yo how much different my life would be,
But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
Tryna get it at the east street lights, but i won't have to live this street life,

No more, No More (2x) No

Just gotta learn to deal with problems,
if you're young and from slum with no father,
you got a kid when he was little, still got mama,
just try to tell him go to school, but why bother
when gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em
seems the stars get farther and farther
out of my reach, out of these streets,
will they ever make it big

Cuz I lost my daddy at a early age,
Tell my mama don't cry for me,
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, yo how much different my life would be,
But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
Tryna get it at the east street lights, but i won't have to live this street life,

No more, No More (2x) No

I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear
about my dad and i wish i had him back,
i'd give up everything just to have him here,
i feel this storm and right now i have no fear,
gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong,
I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, for real

[T.I.]
I'm livin' for the moment
If I could turn back the days
Sure, you could turn this back
Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker.
daddy weren't in the crib, dad made me tougher
Momma struggled with the bills, Dad made me stuff her.
Powder in a second, which made me dumber
Now I'm standin on the corner, bag full of Marijuana, Crack
Hustlin' my pocket for anybody who deal respect
And i tried chillin' with robbers and killers, diggin that?
My arms (?) are in the fee (?) for ten, they say i'm goin' in.
Haaaa, bad dad i'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers
Show these n____s what I'm is, there.
Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that.
Years later, oh now you see what my ears (?) at
Like needles chasers, we be in where the bread at
You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at
You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that
If nothin' else but the hustle, you can respect that

[Lloyd]
Oh yeah
I lost my daddy at a early age,
Tell my mama don't cry for me,
If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, yo how much different my life would be,
But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
Tryna get it at the east street lights, but i won't have to live this street life,

No more, No More (2x) No

Yes, this is my life
And I wanna live it right
I'm gonna run the streets no more, no (2x)