It's H*** Lyrics - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota - Field Mob

Stay up 

Hold ya head up 

It's hell in the streets boy 

Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell 

I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies 

Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes 

They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit 

I should've listened to them preachers in the pulpit 

Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake 

While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate' 

I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicated my mind 

Fuck the World, we cried 

My mamma died in 92 so crazy, what the fuck to do? 

Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin' 

I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows 

The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh 

These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em 

A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel 

To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya 

Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga 

Cause it's hell 

Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell 

Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail 

When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 

Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 

Cause it's hell 

What we gotta go through, and only time will tell 

When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees 

Lord keep watchin' over 

I'm lookin' for a better way 

And I that's all I gotta say 

Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way 

Love my momma, can't deny that face 

And as a child, everynight I prayed 

For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say 

Lord save me, take me, away from here 

20 To 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years 

But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it? 

Why we evicted? 

Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret? 

Why I gotta rob? 

Why my pappi ain't gotta job? 

Why I ain't graduate? 

Why through high school I didn't have a date? 

Why I had to masturbate? 

Why Im wearing hand me downs? 

Why im in and out of jail? 

Why I let my family down? 

Why my uncle died? 

Wish it would've been me 

He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me 

Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully? 

When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me 

It's hell 

Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell 

Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail 

When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops 

Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 

Cause it's hell 

What we gotta go through, and only time will tell 

When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees 

Lord keep watchin' over 

I'm lookin' for a better way 

And that's all I gotta say 

He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again 

Family ties, this is where the drama begins 

Tellin' my momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that 

Locked in my prayin' to God, Please let me get back 

He's trippin' like he's outta control 

So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke 

Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin' 

11 Years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit 

But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch 

It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard 

And when them folks come through, her stupid ass be droppin' the charge 

Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists 

And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists 

I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb 

It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt 

She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic 

Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic 

Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever 

She almost died, of loss of blood 

I knew my momma wouldn't leave me 

She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy 

Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her cuz he ain't even my daddy 

She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again 

Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end 

It's hell 

Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope 

Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope 

It's hell 

Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell 

Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail 

When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops 

Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 

Cause it's hell 

What we gotta go through, and only time will tell 

When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees 

Lord keep watchin' over 

I'm lookin' for a better way 

I that's all I gotta say 

It's hell 

Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell 

Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail 

When we cryin' keep an eye for the cops 

Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks, my nigga 

Cause it's hell 

What we gotta go through, and only time will tell 

When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees 

Lord keep watchin' over 

I'm lookin' for a better way 

I that's all I gotta say