Going Thru A Lot (feat. Bone Crusher) - Intro and Outro w/ MempHitz Wright

Convict music, it's time to do it
 I can't handle all these bills and payments
 This stuff is overstressin' me, but I still gotta do it
 Baby, mama, put me on them papers
 And get nothin' for the baby, but I still gotta do it
 I can't keep on workin', keep on workin'
 Seems like the whole world's ignorin' me, but I still gotta do it
 Schemers keep on dirkin', keep on dirkin'
 Everybody's gettin' more than me, but I still gotta do it
 So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life
 So what you think, what you know?
 Yes, alright and I paid the price, but still I'm
 Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
 Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
 Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 All this music got me goin' crazy
 Can't even concentrate on my family, but I still gotta do it
 Plus I gotta go through all this family hatred
 I don't know why everybody's hatin' me, but I still gotta do it
 Even one of my homeboys thinkin' that I'm bangin' his lady
 I don't know why he would think that outta me, but he gotta go through it
 To all the nappy heads I got you baby
 We 'bout make it, yes, indeed and we gonna get through it
 So pass that drag, pass that dro, it's my life
 What you think, what you know?
 Yes, alright and I paid the price, but still I'm
 Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
 Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
 Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 Going thru a lot
 I work a nine to five shawty and they think it's funny
 And how they feel that my stress don't count homie
 I hit the beat like a cop when I hit the block
 Because my baby's gotta eat, I ain't gonna never stop
 I see them laughin' at me fo, 'cuz my pant's red
 And my do' won't shut and my car's shabby
 But I see the future man like I'm Nostradamus
 And in my heart all I see is a future star
 But in my brain ain't nothin' but these notes man
 But ya'll don't feel my stress, ya'll don't understand
 The next step is my pistol and it goes down
 Wiggle it out, fat boy, just calm down
 And sing this song and sing that song
 'Cause God gonna make a way for me to get my hustle on
 Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
 Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
 Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 Going thru a lot, sittin' on the block now
 Thru a lot, slangin' out my drop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 Going thru a lot, I'm hittin' on the cops now
 Thru a lot, wishin' they would stop now
 Thru a lot, nobody's helpin' me whether they see it or not
 Going thru a lot
 Going thru a lot, thru a lot, thru a lot
 Going thru a lot, thru a lot, thru a lot