Still Standin Strong Lyrics - Singles - Cocoa Brovaz

Yeah, yeah 

Back up in here smoked out 

Strictly trees, strictly trees 

Ain't tryin' to mix nothin' wit my leaves 

Swift wanna ball breakin' day wit us 

For my dogs in a cut 

Doing what you gotta do to feed ya seeds 

Maintain stayin' strong 

Day breaks sneaks upon my camp once more 

Get up, get dressed and prepare for war 

Yo the war's wit everything outside your door 

It's a rude awakening but it's more in store 

When I walk through Brooklyn, people show me love 

Went over to GA, people showed me love 

Went to North Carolina, they showed us love 

Even went to California and got love from thugz 

And it's all good big up to all the neighborhood 

That came to see Tek and Steele whenever they could 

But remember the struggle continues after the vengeance 

Watch who ya fuck wit, watch what you get into 

There's a war goin' on outside and in my mental 

Gettin' drunk and how wonderin' what does gettin' bent do? 

Last week my man put a pistol to his temple 

I said nah son not that, that's too simple 

One little niggie on the block sellin' crystal 

Next little niggie got shot up on Bristol 

'Nother little niggie lock, 'cause they blew the whistle 

Last little niggie did the same bitch shit his little sister 

This little niggie be hard to find 

Mind don't makin' it in this day and time 

Do what we have to criminal or legal 

Stayin' alive strivin' wit my people 

In days of our lives they try to make ends meat 

To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets 

Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef 

I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat 

Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall 

Tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall 

'Cause the streets of New York ain't just a walk in the park 

You can get your life got in day the or the dark 

I give thanks when I rise up, open my eyes up 

Callisthenic get me right so I'll be nice up 

'Cause when you feel fit ya feel nice 

Beware of the tricks and the fool paradise 

Like the wicked minded youth with them gun pound clocked 

Who wish to ambush me when I leave the weed spot 

Want to get, what I got, roll the lah that I cop 

Rock the shines that I rock, make my life clock stop 

But death me fear not, 'cause the most high guides I 

Bless me wit protection as the years pass by 

Conqueror, mighty rasta 

Let no man steel from the pocket peel for ya 

As I meditate and demonstrate, verbal earthquakes 

Breakin' down like a junky with a case of shakes 

To my dogs flippin' weight and behind gates 

Livin' street life, put the stash on Jakes 

For ya need, do whatever the deed 

Watch shiesty ass bitches and the next man grieves 

Mr. Ripper from the star to the hills it's all real 

Gotta maintain 'cause the sun don't chill 

In days of our lives we strive to make ends meet 

To search for tomorrow got us walkin' the streets 

Yo I'm not sweatin' sleet, not really stressin' beef 

I'm just tryin' to live, tryin' to eat 

Tryin' to stand strong, tryin' not to fall 

I'm just tryin' to live to see my unborn get tall 

'Cause the streets of New York ain't no walk in the park 

You can get your life got in the day or the dark