LIL C.S Lyrics
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Here you go homey...
Lil C.S. Street History Lesson
This for the niggaz that don’t know my ass,and for niggaz that don’t know my past
Startin’ now nigga you better know I mash, nigga better duc before I blast
So listen up nigga to Lil CS’ true to life street history lesson, past and present
Nigga I was slangin’ and bangin’ befo’ 87
Started in East Dago, slangin’ yayo, on fo-fo had workers on the payroll
Then I got me a spot so I was never seen, and I got me a gloc that pop seventeen
And I had to sell dope cuz I ain’t with bein’ broke nigga fuc that, shit nah, hell no
At 17 I had a coupe, at 18 a had a hard ass El-Co
And niggaz wouldn’t jac me naahh cuz they knew what the fuc they was in fo’
When I was 19 I went to the lot and bought a brand new muthafuccen Benzo
Then I start set trippin’, start goin’ on missions, had that automatic uzi spittin’
Nigga I ain’t just rappin’ this shit really happen and I was never caught slippin’
Cuz niggaz wanted to kill me cuz I was filthy and I was guilty when I got indicted
They gave 12 years in the feds nigga, and I ain’t gon’ snitch I’ma straight ride it
They put me on a fed plane and dropped me off in FCI Phoenix, Arizona
Got in a riot with the police cuz you know how them niggaz are from California
Then they sent a nigga to Louisiana, them niggaz are killaz but with country grammer
Another riot jumped off, and I’m gon’ ride now they got a nigga straight bac in handcuffs
In the hole shackled, a nigga straight gaffled, but I stayed strong through all my travels
I been in shootouts and prison riots, and niggaz from every corner of the map will
Confirm that and respect me, and if they had a Dago street history story
On who put in work, and who had them birds I guarantee that shit would mention Dory
Nigga ask your og’s, I betcha’ they know me, they’ll say that nigga I had the sac of yay
And he would pull a strap and spray, fuc what a hatin’ nigga has to say
Cuz the niggaz that love me are the real niggaz that can relate to what I’ve been through
And the niggaz that hate me are the BITCH niggaz that ain’t got no real nigga in you
Ain’t no studio gangsta, this real shit, do you have any muthafuccen questions
You better do your homework on me nigga, Lil C.S. Street History Lesson
Lil C.S. Street History Lesson
This for the niggaz that don’t know my ass,and for niggaz that don’t know my past
Startin’ now nigga you better know I mash, nigga better duc before I blast
So listen up nigga to Lil CS’ true to life street history lesson, past and present
Nigga I was slangin’ and bangin’ befo’ 87
Started in East Dago, slangin’ yayo, on fo-fo had workers on the payroll
Then I got me a spot so I was never seen, and I got me a gloc that pop seventeen
And I had to sell dope cuz I ain’t with bein’ broke nigga fuc that, shit nah, hell no
At 17 I had a coupe, at 18 a had a hard ass El-Co
And niggaz wouldn’t jac me naahh cuz they knew what the fuc they was in fo’
When I was 19 I went to the lot and bought a brand new muthafuccen Benzo
Then I start set trippin’, start goin’ on missions, had that automatic uzi spittin’
Nigga I ain’t just rappin’ this shit really happen and I was never caught slippin’
Cuz niggaz wanted to kill me cuz I was filthy and I was guilty when I got indicted
They gave 12 years in the feds nigga, and I ain’t gon’ snitch I’ma straight ride it
They put me on a fed plane and dropped me off in FCI Phoenix, Arizona
Got in a riot with the police cuz you know how them niggaz are from California
Then they sent a nigga to Louisiana, them niggaz are killaz but with country grammer
Another riot jumped off, and I’m gon’ ride now they got a nigga straight bac in handcuffs
In the hole shackled, a nigga straight gaffled, but I stayed strong through all my travels
I been in shootouts and prison riots, and niggaz from every corner of the map will
Confirm that and respect me, and if they had a Dago street history story
On who put in work, and who had them birds I guarantee that shit would mention Dory
Nigga ask your og’s, I betcha’ they know me, they’ll say that nigga I had the sac of yay
And he would pull a strap and spray, fuc what a hatin’ nigga has to say
Cuz the niggaz that love me are the real niggaz that can relate to what I’ve been through
And the niggaz that hate me are the BITCH niggaz that ain’t got no real nigga in you
Ain’t no studio gangsta, this real shit, do you have any muthafuccen questions
You better do your homework on me nigga, Lil C.S. Street History Lesson
Thug Tears
God dam a nigga been locked up for 7 years
Sittin’ in my cell sheddin’ thug tears
Cryin’ lookin’ at my son’s pictures, my lil nigga’s getting bigger
I’m on the phone wit’ em and he’s telling me what he got for Christmas
(Son on phone)Dad I got some tight stuff (Me) I said is that right
Yeah I was acting like I was happy, but I was dyin’ inside
Shit and listenin’ to him talk is a straight trip now
He wasn’t 1 when I left and he gon’ be 10 when I get out
(Son on phone)Dad we won our game today, (Me) send me some pictures ok
(Son on phone)You can watch it when you come home Nana got it on videotape
I said all right, well how was your party, tell what you got for your birthday
(Son on phone)I got the new Iversons (Me) he picks me up on my worst days
I said I gotta go I love you man, (Son on phone)I love you too dad
Yeah his Mom’s is having baby, but shit I can’t be mad
Cuz that’s how it goes when you’re locked up for a gang of years
Now I’m sittin’ in my cell sheddin’ Thug Tears
Thug Tears chorus 4xs
2nd verse
Now I’m feeling homesick so I get on the phone and call home
Call and hollar at Mom’s just to see what’s going on
She said I just dropped your son at pop warner football practice
I said Mom did you put the money up that I had under tha mattress
She said yeah, I said I love you Mom’s I’ll talk to you on Sunday
She said tell your brother I sent you guys some magazines and some money
Yeah Mom’s be looking out, now a nigga’s feeling lonely
I ain’t got shit else to do so I’ma call one of the homies
My nigga accepted with the quickness, what’s up homey? Just kickin’ it
He said I’ma send you some flics and shit, we just had a picnic
But 3 months passed and I never received a picture
Them niggas out there having fun and forgot about a nigga
But when you doin’ time that’s all part of the pain
And when you do the crime that’s all part of the game
But through the pain I’ma maintain and do these years
But now I’m sittin’ in my cell sheddin’ thug tears
Chorus 4xs
3rd verse
I’m out now but I’m still sheddin’ thug tears
Cuz I’m writing my brother who’s been locced up for 12 years
And we was on the same case, you should’ve seen my mothers’ s face
The day her only two sons got locked away
And he’s tired of that shit, I can hear the pain when he speaks
I try to say something positive when he calls me every week
But he ain’t trippin’ on his date as long as his lil brother is straight
I’ma make it crack for you big bro’ and if I cry on this tape
That’s how real this shit is nigga I miss my muthafucken brother
His lil’ girl is grown now that’s all he has and he loves her
I swear to god I’ma make this shit happen or I”ma die tryin’ to do it
This for my niggas in the pen that’s strugglin’ and goin’ through it
Especially under the Crack Law that shit is straight fuckin’ bias
This for my niggas in the 93 and 95 riots
Stay strong my niggas and persevere through them years
I know you’re sittin’ in your cell sheddin’ thug tears
Chorus 8xs
God dam a nigga been locked up for 7 years
Sittin’ in my cell sheddin’ thug tears
Cryin’ lookin’ at my son’s pictures, my lil nigga’s getting bigger
I’m on the phone wit’ em and he’s telling me what he got for Christmas
(Son on phone)Dad I got some tight stuff (Me) I said is that right
Yeah I was acting like I was happy, but I was dyin’ inside
Shit and listenin’ to him talk is a straight trip now
He wasn’t 1 when I left and he gon’ be 10 when I get out
(Son on phone)Dad we won our game today, (Me) send me some pictures ok
(Son on phone)You can watch it when you come home Nana got it on videotape
I said all right, well how was your party, tell what you got for your birthday
(Son on phone)I got the new Iversons (Me) he picks me up on my worst days
I said I gotta go I love you man, (Son on phone)I love you too dad
Yeah his Mom’s is having baby, but shit I can’t be mad
Cuz that’s how it goes when you’re locked up for a gang of years
Now I’m sittin’ in my cell sheddin’ Thug Tears
Thug Tears chorus 4xs
2nd verse
Now I’m feeling homesick so I get on the phone and call home
Call and hollar at Mom’s just to see what’s going on
She said I just dropped your son at pop warner football practice
I said Mom did you put the money up that I had under tha mattress
She said yeah, I said I love you Mom’s I’ll talk to you on Sunday
She said tell your brother I sent you guys some magazines and some money
Yeah Mom’s be looking out, now a nigga’s feeling lonely
I ain’t got shit else to do so I’ma call one of the homies
My nigga accepted with the quickness, what’s up homey? Just kickin’ it
He said I’ma send you some flics and shit, we just had a picnic
But 3 months passed and I never received a picture
Them niggas out there having fun and forgot about a nigga
But when you doin’ time that’s all part of the pain
And when you do the crime that’s all part of the game
But through the pain I’ma maintain and do these years
But now I’m sittin’ in my cell sheddin’ thug tears
Chorus 4xs
3rd verse
I’m out now but I’m still sheddin’ thug tears
Cuz I’m writing my brother who’s been locced up for 12 years
And we was on the same case, you should’ve seen my mothers’ s face
The day her only two sons got locked away
And he’s tired of that shit, I can hear the pain when he speaks
I try to say something positive when he calls me every week
But he ain’t trippin’ on his date as long as his lil brother is straight
I’ma make it crack for you big bro’ and if I cry on this tape
That’s how real this shit is nigga I miss my muthafucken brother
His lil’ girl is grown now that’s all he has and he loves her
I swear to god I’ma make this shit happen or I”ma die tryin’ to do it
This for my niggas in the pen that’s strugglin’ and goin’ through it
Especially under the Crack Law that shit is straight fuckin’ bias
This for my niggas in the 93 and 95 riots
Stay strong my niggas and persevere through them years
I know you’re sittin’ in your cell sheddin’ thug tears
Chorus 8xs
Thanks homies (Young Moe, Sicc Wit It, MB3, T-Mac, Phil). Phil, both of those are 100% true stories. I know SOME of the lyrics in the first one sound typical, cuz other rappers have been spittin' that type of shit, but they've been spittin' their shit as lies, but that is actually part of my life story. Also, if you actually hear Thug Tears you'll really like it. You might can find it on the net. Both of those songs are off my last album Dollars & Sins. 1
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Much love ya'll. MB3 that's ALL I give a fuc about is the FANS. ChopShop good lookin' homey. But lyrically those aren't my personal favorites lyrically, but they are 2 of the most meaningful and personal songs. But Thug Tears is the most meaningful, personal, and emotional song I've ever done. It's a song I wish I didn't have to live. 1
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Gangster Stories
GANGSTER STORIES IS THE TIGHTEST SONG ON DOLLARS AND SINS. WASSUP LIL CS, CAN U PUT THE LYRICS UP TO THAT SONG. OR JUST THIS LINE: I HOOKED UP WITH THIS ESE FROM_____, NOW I FUCKED HIS WIFE MARIA ON THE FUCKIN' DL, WHERE WAS HE FROM? WAS IT OTNC? KEEP COMIG OUT WITH HEAT CS. PEACE!!!!!!!!
GANGSTER STORIES IS THE TIGHTEST SONG ON DOLLARS AND SINS. WASSUP LIL CS, CAN U PUT THE LYRICS UP TO THAT SONG. OR JUST THIS LINE: I HOOKED UP WITH THIS ESE FROM_____, NOW I FUCKED HIS WIFE MARIA ON THE FUCKIN' DL, WHERE WAS HE FROM? WAS IT OTNC? KEEP COMIG OUT WITH HEAT CS. PEACE!!!!!!!!
Dam ya'll keep piccin' the ones about jail and shit, and also not my real lyrical ones. Ya'll know I can rap about many DIFFERENT topics, with versatile styles (like my delivery in Gangsta Stories, is nothin' like my delivery in Sic Wit' This). But, if this what you want homey, it's all good. This song was basically about how niggaz be goin' out over a bitch. Everybody knows somebody(all races) that went out over a broad. It was inspired by many different instances.
Chorus (Freaky Tales melody)
These are the stories, the Gangsta Stories
These are the stories that I tell so well
These are the stories, the Gangsta Stories
These are the stories that I tell so well
Sittin’ in my cell staring at these walls, lettin’ 3 off,
To his dome is all I can recall
Now 25 wit’ a L is what I’m facing, murder one is the charge
But I’ma “G” til’ I die so fucc it I’ma go hard
A tear drops my face thinking about my childhood days
Knowing my Mom didn’t raise me and my brother this way
Was I…born a killer a rebel from the ghetto
Put in work for the devil went to keys from pebbles
Went from sidewalk crack to the key soft sack
I always put money over a bitch so how’d I get off track
My celly seen me sittin’ on my bunk with my head bent down low
He said Lil CS nigga tell me how the shit went down loc
I said you know how niggas be trippin’ over bitches they go with
Well I was fuccin’ this nigga’s bitch she was liccin’ my ass and some mo’ shit
And I was hittin’ the asshole too but I didn’t want the bitch
But I can see how the nigga got all sprung and shit
Now killing a nigga over a bitch is against my religion
But it wasn’t over the bitch it was cuz the nigga was trippin’
I told the no heart ass mark ass nigga what’s up
Nigga if you kill me and go to jail yo’ bitch still gon’ fucc
And nigga right before the shit happened I just got hooked up
With this essay frontin’ me 10 keys not cooked up
And I was fuccin’ his wife Maria on the fuccin’ DL
But now let’s get back to this gangsta story that I t-ell
Now everytime I see him he would hit me up in traffic
And I know on these streets you either blast or get blasted
So I hit em’ up with the “E” cuz it’s East Dago to the death
East muthafucken Side til’ my very last breath
So one day he tried to dump on me in my cutlass, but he missed
So now I must ride and he must die, because he tripped
So one night I put on a wig and went on a solo mission
I caught him slippin’ comin’ out McDonald’s in his Regal dippin’
I gave him 3 tried to blow his fuckin’ head off through the do’
He got bucced, cuz he couldn’t ducc them hot ufo’s
And I heard he had a big funeral a lot of cryin’ and clappin’
They said his Mom’s was screamin’ and his baby’s momma’s was scrappin
The bitch that he love didn’t give a fucc why should she?
The police kicced in my door the next day while I was eatin’ my bitch’s pussy
They took me and booked me, a nigga tried to go off
They stripped search me, and told me to bend over and cough
Now I’m charged with a hot one a nigga’s stucc like a trucc
But when I die let my tombstone read, I DON’T GIVE A FUCC
As I was telling my celly this story we heard some noise outside
Stepped out the cell right into a muthafuccen’ riot
Some niggas and homies scrappin’ over the tv
Niggas wanna watch a movie, and homies want it on B.E.T.
So I went and strapped some magazines on my body for my shield
Grab two shanks and went bacc up in the battlefield
I poked this one nigga name lil sherm smoker
I poked so many muthafuccas now they call me poker
The war is over, and my trial came with the quiccness
But the state ain’t got no case but they gotta a surpise witness
Nigga guess who it was, it was my muthafuccen celly
He snitched on me just to get bacc to his bitch name Shelly
They found my guilty, now 25 is what the fucc I gotta do
But know why he snitched, cuz he found out I fucced his bitch too!
Chorus (Freaky Tales melody)
These are the stories, the Gangsta Stories
These are the stories that I tell so well
These are the stories, the Gangsta Stories
These are the stories that I tell so well
Sittin’ in my cell staring at these walls, lettin’ 3 off,
To his dome is all I can recall
Now 25 wit’ a L is what I’m facing, murder one is the charge
But I’ma “G” til’ I die so fucc it I’ma go hard
A tear drops my face thinking about my childhood days
Knowing my Mom didn’t raise me and my brother this way
Was I…born a killer a rebel from the ghetto
Put in work for the devil went to keys from pebbles
Went from sidewalk crack to the key soft sack
I always put money over a bitch so how’d I get off track
My celly seen me sittin’ on my bunk with my head bent down low
He said Lil CS nigga tell me how the shit went down loc
I said you know how niggas be trippin’ over bitches they go with
Well I was fuccin’ this nigga’s bitch she was liccin’ my ass and some mo’ shit
And I was hittin’ the asshole too but I didn’t want the bitch
But I can see how the nigga got all sprung and shit
Now killing a nigga over a bitch is against my religion
But it wasn’t over the bitch it was cuz the nigga was trippin’
I told the no heart ass mark ass nigga what’s up
Nigga if you kill me and go to jail yo’ bitch still gon’ fucc
And nigga right before the shit happened I just got hooked up
With this essay frontin’ me 10 keys not cooked up
And I was fuccin’ his wife Maria on the fuccin’ DL
But now let’s get back to this gangsta story that I t-ell
Now everytime I see him he would hit me up in traffic
And I know on these streets you either blast or get blasted
So I hit em’ up with the “E” cuz it’s East Dago to the death
East muthafucken Side til’ my very last breath
So one day he tried to dump on me in my cutlass, but he missed
So now I must ride and he must die, because he tripped
So one night I put on a wig and went on a solo mission
I caught him slippin’ comin’ out McDonald’s in his Regal dippin’
I gave him 3 tried to blow his fuckin’ head off through the do’
He got bucced, cuz he couldn’t ducc them hot ufo’s
And I heard he had a big funeral a lot of cryin’ and clappin’
They said his Mom’s was screamin’ and his baby’s momma’s was scrappin
The bitch that he love didn’t give a fucc why should she?
The police kicced in my door the next day while I was eatin’ my bitch’s pussy
They took me and booked me, a nigga tried to go off
They stripped search me, and told me to bend over and cough
Now I’m charged with a hot one a nigga’s stucc like a trucc
But when I die let my tombstone read, I DON’T GIVE A FUCC
As I was telling my celly this story we heard some noise outside
Stepped out the cell right into a muthafuccen’ riot
Some niggas and homies scrappin’ over the tv
Niggas wanna watch a movie, and homies want it on B.E.T.
So I went and strapped some magazines on my body for my shield
Grab two shanks and went bacc up in the battlefield
I poked this one nigga name lil sherm smoker
I poked so many muthafuccas now they call me poker
The war is over, and my trial came with the quiccness
But the state ain’t got no case but they gotta a surpise witness
Nigga guess who it was, it was my muthafuccen celly
He snitched on me just to get bacc to his bitch name Shelly
They found my guilty, now 25 is what the fucc I gotta do
But know why he snitched, cuz he found out I fucced his bitch too!
And for the record, I ain't typin' all these songs ya'l seein'. All I'm doin' is copying and pasting from a microsoft word file, cuz I don't write my shit at the studio. Sometimes I just do it in my head, and then type it on microsoft word later (I type faster than I write) so I won't forget it, or I record it into my cell. All my shit is thought out and re-worked (especially choruses, I always go through different formulas and words until I find that perfect match, and a bell goes off in my head sayin' that's it). Just a little insight, but I feel you guys haven't picced my best songs lyrically yet. 1
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