Keno Langbein
Been a Long Time
[C-Murder]
Let me see them 3's, put em up
This for all my lil' soldiers out there stuck in the world
Or put in a situation (situation) where they didn't have a choice
(fuck the world n***a you got a choice)
On whether they wanted to be there or not
In the ghetto it's kill or be killed, in a place called the street
(ya heard me?)

Chorus: C-Murder

It's been a long time since a n***a showed me love
I'mma make it - even if I have to spill a n***a blood
It's been a long time since a n***a showed me love
But I'mma make it even if I have to spill a n***a blood

[C-Murder]
I'm trapped in crime, I'm pushin nickels and dimes
And will I lose my mind, or am I wastin my time?
I'm breakin bread, on the block, with them thugs no love
Fresh out of jail, hard to kill, took two shots and lived
It ain't my time, I asked the Lord, to put the reaper on hold
I know my soul is kinda cold, pops told me to be bold
And I'm a grown man, protected by my set and my weapon
Ain't no regrettin, earnin stripes, from them n***as I'm checkin
Them 15's, layin laws like the man, callin shots
Holdin meetings on the block a young n***a at the top
And will I make it, out the ghetto, fuck the future cause I'm usedta
Doin what I'm doin right now, and this shit will never stop
Chorus

[C-Murder]
Two years I'm locked up like a BITCH I'm boxed up
Hard times got me trapped n***a, I shoulda BEEN put them rocks up
But it's the code of the ghetto, hold your own take care of your moms
By any means stack yo' chips, if it's illegal n***a don't trip
They're dead, ya heard me n***a serve me don't be like no busta
These streets don't love ya and uhh I really don't trust ya
Make a move fool you choose, you gotta pay your own dues
And all them gold teeth and tattoos, them ain't nuttin but clues n***a
I'mma menace to society, I slang dope, in varities
Be like A.J., come take a ride, what you see is what you get n***a
You creep or you sleep, but me, I'm packin my heat
Cause real life ain't on TV n***a, real life is on the street beotch

Chorus 2X

[C-Murder]
It's been a long motherfuckin time since a n***a showed me love
C-Murder, C-P-3-killer
Projects the cold hearted streets of New Orleans
The infamous ghetto, young n***as, will age well
Streets got me crazy, will I die I don't know
It's war crimes baby, takin over the world
Put in a situation, forced to, handle your business
Handle your own hold your own boy that's the code of the ghetto
Will I die I don't know baby
It ain't up to me it's up to that man upstairs
So I just say to all the young n***as out there
Goin through what I went through, there's a way out
So keep your head high
And keep your heat low, ya heard me?
{*fades out*}