Cant Turn Back - Spice 1

It seems I can’t turn back, I’m walkin' 'round strapped

Can’t sleep, my enemies want me gat

Call my mama and they scream drama (Kill you bitch!)

Could it be they don’t know that they fuckin' wit a G?

(Rat-a-tat)

I’m goin' to sleep but with my eyes open

I’m gettin' high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin'

Go to the funeral, my homie’s dead, he passed away

Got caught up in the wrong place, got blasted, hey

It’s just anotha part of bein' black

It ain’t no thang, but if you slang then you better watch yo back

'Cause these motherfuckers love to see you gone

You gotta stay strong, young brother, 'cause it’s on

And I’ll be slangin' these thangs till the break of dawn

Gotta make my ends, then it’s time to take it home

I got some hoochies on my pager, it’s major

Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA

(Beep Beep) It’s time to wake up, 2 in the mornin'

You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself, Cause I’m a G

It’s time to say goodbye, I gots to get my strap

I was raised in the gutter now I can’t turn back, haha

It seems I can’t turn back (I can’t turn back)

They want me to change

And now I can’t turn back (I know y’all looking at me crazy but uh)

It seems I can’t turn back

They want me to change

But now, I can’t turn back

I got 30 homies dirty mackin', jealous 'cause I’m stackin'

I stay tackin', packin' heat in case these niggas get to actin'

Too sheisty, shorty y’all get foggy and wanna leak

Or get restless tryna test this, get they ass put to sleep (pow)

I’m playin' for keeps, and if a life ain’t no turnin' back

I’ma keep hustlin' as long as dope fiends keep burnin' crack

No love for these bitches 'cause when you down and out, they backs turn

Now dig em and ditch em, be about my riches, sip my liquor and let my sack burn

Can’t let these funky cock hoes destroy me

Only quality time I’m spending is on these blocks that employ me

These punk-ass cops annoy me, playa hatin' on my cash got

Me bailin' through them gusto throwin' my sack and strappin' the stash box

Tryin' to crash my spot, tryin' to stop a nigga from earnin' stacks

To hustle’s all I know so it ain’t really no turnin' back

I can’t turn back

They sayin' I’m crazy

I can’t turn back

I won’t quit

I can’t turn back

They want me to stop

But yo, I can’t turn back

Comin' up off a clip, So nigga don’t trip, It’s the S-P-I

When I step onto ya shit, nigga, ya quick to die

So take this slug to ya chest 'cause then I’m turnin' back

Reason the ghetto smoke a motherfucker slangin' crack

I put my finger on trigger and he was fro’d up

He was the key to me gettin' my spizzot sowed up

So now I’m runnin' like a motherfuckin' fugitive

And all I carry is memories of how I used to live

Every time I wake up, I hit the floor and thank the lord

I don’t know what I’m livin' for, I’m runnin' out the back door

Ain’t nothin' nice in my life, I ask my nigga Spice

(What's up, nigga) Don’t wanna die, am I livin' right?

I hit the corner smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy

Will I be sober enough to see my enemies?

And if I do, will I empty my clip or will I trip?

'Cause I ain’t givin' up for shit, I can’t turn back

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back

They sayin' I’m crazy

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back

I’m still thuggin'

I can’t turn back

They want me to quit

But yo, I can’t turn back