90 Days (feat. Tbwoy & Joe Chibangu) - T-Sean

It was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta Fred out at hide park rollin chasin paper Known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm smokin' Lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin' I aint wit that scuffin shit, or wit being broken Waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah thats what i was hopin Spotted me a nigga, candy paint a hundred spokin Sippin on his liquor wit that blowface on that cokin Bullets they will burn just like lava that is molten You victims will learn to resist'll get ya croakin Always kept a thang and bandana never knowin When I have ta git my mayne, pull em out and poke em All up in ya grill ya drops it off, cuz i have spoken I know that your sick, but lets not git ya momma mopin' Snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg it's hissin He down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin. 90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit) 3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit) Bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit) Police all at my mommas home(that aint shit) 90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit) 3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit) Bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit) Police all at my mommas home(that aint shit) Left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects East memphis where we make the stang and thats to far bet Nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said whatcha like Sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at mitchell heights Made tha quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound Straight ta gangstaz house with no remorse we broke it down down 20 dollar bags all in north memphis servin' em up Ridin wit these bogus tags, mayne we aint givin a fuck Map core on chelsea ave, seen tha sucka that we got We done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin hot Raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin I returned tha favor you know me no questions askin Donuts in tha lot tha niggaz pulled off we got blocked in I hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the glock in To the garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga Wit them three bags gangsta fred wit his steel trigga 90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit) 3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit) Bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit) Police all at my mommas home(that aint shit) 90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit) 3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit) Bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit) Police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)

Oh Child things are going to get easier Ooh Child things it's get brighter Better Days Keep your head up Better Days Keep your head up She grew up in Brooklyn the Eastside and fulton street Never knew father He got shot hustling She stated acting much older Her mother couldn't control her Losing direction Started sex'n-no protection And now she's expecting A life she wasn't ready for Shes feeling rejected And her futures unsure And if you want Run out there on your own Dont give up sunshine There will be better days (Keep your head up) Gotta keep movin' on To raise a child alone Dont give up sunshine There will be better days (Keep your head up) Are you down with full time On weekend stripping So you met baller, but ain't down, but trick'n Gonna have to put your kid through school Guess you hit snotty love for you And you know your wrong girl You gotta believe And now you're expecting A life you wasn't ready for You're feeling rejected And her futures unsure And if you want Run out there on your own Dont give up sunshine There will be better days (Keep your head up) Gotta keep movin' on To raise a child alone Don't give up sunshine There will be better days (Keep your head up)