I Get By

Mississippi,

Big faces

In the south till the day that the lord comes to get me

This is how it was growing up in Mississippi

When I ran around the hood in big K's and troops

When the Quintin boys were just gangs group to mess with

I remember man when Chucky got shot, yeah

Lying there bleeding man Jackson mall parking lot

Before the vice lords and folks,

Before my friends started to buy, cook up and sell dope,

Before we all wanted to thug,

Me and Chucky up in stopped goin' a two man lady bug

David Lewis June 4th Chris Tall you and Keith Robinson

Bozo and me, Circuit Los and with it Antwon

Fuck it man we older left the story, move on

Goin to the brooke jsut see my momma Leena

Before I learned to shop your ass silly with the neena, yeah

I get by with some help, with some help from my friends

I get by

With some help from friends yall,

From my friends yall, yeah

Sugar on some light bread roaches on the wall

On the weekends all day walkin' through the mall

That welfare cheese and them red tangled blocks be

Boxing in the corner so that bass wouldn't knock

Your uncles coming over sippin' yak smokin' weed

They let you take a hit if you wouldn't tell T

And talk about yellow niggas talkin to the feds

Man the real locked up, on dope, or just dead

Man head to my grave had to holla at Michelle

Put some roses on the ground toss some juice and then bail

First cousin, best friend, all that I had

Me and her on the porch bumpin' JJ Fat

Supersonic, its ironic that your gone I'm alone

But I'm not cause I'm feeling your presence in my bones

I wish you could of lived to see your cousin get grown

But you died and left here trying to get by

Just like to say man

We need to get back to goin' to grandma house

Lil' kids playin' football in the streets

From the south yall

Big face

You know, you know, you know

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

SONGWRITERS

LAVELL CRUMP / DAVEL MCKENZIE / CARLTON N. THOMAS