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• Artiste: Big Nug
• Titre: Long Time Comin' (As I Look Back...)
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(feat. First Lady (Major Figgas)) [Big Nug: Speaking] As I look back, and remember all the shit that's happened to me I realize that...it's been a long time coming... [Big Nug: Rapping] It was hard growin' up, where I lived One bedroom apartment, Eight little kids One mother, no father, nigga was all coked up Thinkin' back I might have even sold that nigga some At school till three, Hit the corners till two Part of the family, Helped me deal wit da shit I went through No promise, a prison with no escape Growing up in a drugland of poverty and rape My picture is still on the wall at all the police stations All the post offices, Nation-wide, I was braisin A lil' kid, Too dumb to stay out of trouble A knucklehead, thought by my Moms to be lovable So much potential, but without a fuckin' cause Eager to be the cat to break all the fuckin' laws My best friend was Mary, And that ain't no chick Gina was the name of the girl used to suck my dick, anyway Time passed and I got older Father of three children, Not even twenty-one or older Turned to the streets to keep a nigga sober Like a shoulder, Except I couldn't lean over What a life, Now I push around in a Red Range Rover Take my girl to eat lunches at Dober, Kid's off the street The struggle is over [First Lady: Rapping] Wasn't shit hard...The way our life turned around Wasn't shit hard...How we had to survive on that ground Wasn't shit hard...Tryin' to hold shit down It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and Wasn't shit hard...Buyin' dubs wit stamps Wasn't shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lamps Wasn't shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem ants It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and [Big Nug: Rapping] I still remember that day, Meetin' wit record execs Outside of the office, Took a hit and a deep breath Never thought rappin' could bring me so much Always thought the rap game was too hard to touch It's too much For me to sit back and think, About my life, it's old direction And how I was on the brink, Of losin' my head Not givin' a fuck about work, But instead Chillin' wit my peoples all day long, If I wasn't signed by Chris I would have been done writing songs Put it out strong, My mother used to say And maybe one day, You'll be able to stay Legit, Leave behind all this thug shit My mother never thought I was ever comin' home Feared my ass was iced and alone Cuz didn't nobody say shit in my hood when they saw it Think about black folks, We the last to call it And all these corny rappers talkin' bout In west Philadelphia born and raised Make it sound like paradise, Like Philly life should be praised Yo ma [First Lady: Talking] Sup nigga [Big Nug: Talking] Remember dem days [First Lady: Rapping] No doubt, When niggas used to steal my mail and Sell it back to me, No meaning of life Cuz if I had that they'd take that from me Workin' three jobs to feed my kids While my baby father ran off with some trick Oh I remember [Big Nug: Rapping] Them days when it was hard to keep it real It's been a long time coming coming, From not knowing about my next meal [First Lady: Rapping] Wasn't shit hard...The way our life turned around Wasn't shit hard...How we had to survive on that ground Wasn't shit hard...Tryin' to hold shit down It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and Wasn't shit hard...Buyin' dubs wit stamps Wasn't shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lamps Wasn't shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem ants It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and [First Lady: Rapping] Wasn't shit hard...The way our life turned around Wasn't shit hard...How we had to survive on that ground Wasn't shit hard...Tryin' to hold shit down It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and Wasn't shit hard...Buyin' dubs wit stamps Wasn't shit hard...Paper pillows, Old kerosine lamps Wasn't shit hard...Cockroaches and all dem ants It's been a long time comin', As I look back where I'm from and [Big Nug: Talking] It was hard...Trying to survive and stay alive But the scariest shit was that there were niggaz worse off than me And I had it rough So this goes out to anybody that went though, Is going through, Or will go through the struggle, Keep your head, One ("One" [is echoed]) [Song Fades]