Got Nowhere... lyrics - Beanie Sigel (feat. Freeway)

(from "State Property" soundtrack)

[Beanie Sigel:]

Yo I come from a crack in the ground, a hole in the wall

And dog when the crack ain't around, the smokers'll brawl

Streets like a bullet in cancer, it'll swallow you up

Or eat you from the inside and hollow you up

And everyday like a test, you know life got rules

And its sorta like checkers and chess

I went to school and took the lessons punk

Know a pawn get kinged, a bishop get juiced

A rook get jumped

Faggot niggas took the easy route

They either coked out, smoked out, doped out

Niggas took the needle route

And I ain't tryin to take either route

I'm tryin to stop get weeded out

Really, tryin to weed it out

No the flipside we choosin your way

Like gettin fat from losin the weight

Or losing that from, usin the weight

I feel like I'm speeding and I'm 'bout to crash

No where to go and I'm gettin there fast

[Chorus:]

[Girl singing]

Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere

Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to

Ooouu hooouu, got nowhere

Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere to ruuuuunnnnnnn

[Man speaking, girl singing throughout]

We in the streets player get your man

There's only two places to go, we either dead or in jail

What the...

[Girl singing]

Ooouu hooouu, I got nowhere

[Beanie Sigel:]

Eh yo I'm caught up in the system where the blind lead the blind

And this artist only speaks on the signs of the time

And I pop pills in purple rain to state my pain

They say I'm just like my father, bold and too cold

But you know that's how a thug ride

I send a kite through a dove in a jail where the thugs cry

I feel your pain when you restrained and your love die

And make your heart hard, the blood in your vein fry

Feel like I'm trapped and I'm blindfolded

But my eyes wide open to see it

Feel like the O'Jay's, climbin those stairways hopin

Heaven's gates wide open for me

Look towards a lie, Sige in direction

Still I spin in every direction, seekin directions

Tryin to balance out the good with the imperfections

Yeah I know I still move with nowhere to go

[Chorus]

[Freeway:]

It seems like we grind from the bottom

Just to make it to the bottom to see faces of the people that I shot

When I get high late night, flow through the bottom

My aunt's house, one of the places that I stopped

See she just died, she got cancer from smokin and drinkin

The same shit that I'm drinkin and smokin

I can't lie, wish life would just open its handcuffs

And let me go, I feel like I'm doin a bit

I can't slide, so what I'm a rapper?

I can't escape the wrath of the law if I crash up my whip

Or get, blast in the jaw

Prick, masterded his fifth

I might go triple platinum, become a household name

After a long day of out of town work make my way to the plane

Plane fast in the tenth

Hear mayday, mayday, control's outta work

How the hell can life end like this? Nowhere to go

[Chorus]