1) T-Bone is a Christian rapp… Read Full Bio ↴There are several artists using this name:
1) T-Bone is a Christian rapper. In 2002, he became an ordained minister. T-Bone is of hispanic, black and white descent (reportedly, he's part Nicaraguan and part El Salvadoran). In 1991, he released his first album, Redeemed Hoodlum. In 1993, he released The Life of A Hoodlum. In 1995, he released The Hoodlum's Testimony. In 1997, he released History of A Hoodlum-Compilation. In 2000, he released: The Last Street Preacha, which was nominated for a Grammy Award.[1] In 2003, he released Gospelalphamegafunkyboogiediscomusic. The same year, he played the role of a rapping prisoner in The Fighting Temptations, which starred Beyoncé Knowles and Cuba Gooding Jr. In 2005 he released an album called Bone-A-Fide. He was featured as Jairus in the rock opera !Hero, along with Michael Tait of Tait and dc Talk, Rebecca St. James, and Mark Stuart of Audio Adrenaline. In 2007, he released a new Greatest Hits album called Bone-Appetit on September 25th 2007.
2) T-Bone is the name of a thai ska/reggae band
3) T-Bone is an alternative band from Germany
4) T-Bone, tje alias of Japanese producer Tatsuya Furukawa, used only for the song WHITE BIRDS (Mirage Mix)
Much love to all the T-Bones and fans.
Street Life
T-Bone Lyrics
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Yo picture me rollin like Pac in a drop gold double are
Women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar
Livin tha life of a thug, movin em drugs, duckin em slugs
Dealin wit phones tapped wit bugs, plus
Associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas
Convicts, thugs and drug dealers
Cop killas, and drug lords stackin 8 figures
We gorillas in this jungle collectin mad skrilla
Bankin on cheddar and cream, from dope fiends
From a land where everybody gotta fend for themselves
Half of the mommies doin 25 to life in a cell
Seems like we dwell in the pits of hell wit no bail
Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell
Who hears my cries from these lonely jail cell
And what do I profit to lose my soul and gain from drug sales
[Chorus]
Livin the street life
Crystal, drugs and crushed ice
Hangin wit plays who plain hiest and roll dice
In casinos like Bugsy Siegal
We outlaws forever livin illegal
Tha street life
[T-Bone]
A yo, the street life is the only life I know
taught to hustle these streets and grind to make dough
Cope the 4-4, jump in the 6-4
Blast on my adversaries then end up on death row
Yo, this was the life I seen raised as a youth
Where everybody smokin chronic, sippin 98 proof
ain't no happy days and sunshine
In my hood is jus crime, cryin for one time
Slugs flyin, and everybody tryin to come up in this evil drug game
Insane, vision of murder just increase the pain
Cocaine and methamphetamine
I want out, but gave an oath to the death of me
So let it be, Ima ride on my enemy
But when they bury me, I fear where my soul will be
Eternally searchin for light patna, but I'm in the midst of the dark
Its so hard, when you in this ghetto prison lookin for God
[Chorus]
[T-Bone]
Another homie dies, so I wipe the tears from my eyes
And ask God how many lonely painful tears will I cry
Seems like nobody even cares out here in the hood
I tried to get a job, but they swear I'm up to no good
Misunderstood from a young age, on a rampage
From an adolescent carryin hollow points in a smith-n-wesson
For anybody second guessin, if I'm scared to test em
ain't nothin even worth livin for
The richa gettin richa and the ghetto remains poor
Liqour stores and gun shops
And everybody wonder why thugs pack glocks and kill cops
Full of hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth
Seems like everybody in this ghetto is cursed wit a curse
And what's worse, is that my potnah dyin at a fast rate
Dear God can you help me out, I'm lookin for an escape
[Chorus]
The song Street Life by T-Bone captures the harsh realities of life in the ghetto, where drugs, violence, and crime are commonplace. In the first verse, the rapper describes the life of a thug, dealing with phones tapped with bugs and dodging bullets. T-Bone is associated with hard-hitting, cold killers, drug lords stacking 8 figures, with no one to hear his cries from the lonely jail cell. The chorus uses crystal, drugs, and crushed ice as a metaphor for the lure of wealth and the high-risk lifestyle of the streets. In the next verse, T-Bone reflects on how the street life is all he knows, from hustling to grinding to make money. He describes an environment where drugs are rampant, and violence is ever-present. He fears that he might end up on death row or die in the violent drug game, wondering where his soul will be.
In the final verse, T-Bone expresses his sadness over how the people in the hood barely care about the deaths of their fellow residents. He tried to get a job, but people accuse him of being up to no good. Misunderstood from a young age, he feels that the ghetto is cursed, with liquor stores and gun shops always open. He pleads with God for help, searching for an escape from this painful existence. The song is a poignant and powerful reminder of the harsh realities of the street life, where survival is hard, and death looms around every corner.
Line by Line Meaning
Yo picture me rollin like Pac in a drop gold double are
I envision myself riding in a luxurious convertible car, inspired by Tupac Shakur's style
Women, champagne, weed, cigars and caviar
Living the high-life, surrounded by women, expensive drinks, and indulgences
Livin tha life of a thug, movin em drugs, duckin em slugs
Living the dangerous life of a criminal, selling drugs and avoiding bullets
Dealin wit phones tapped wit bugs, plus
Dealing with constant surveillance and bugs on my phone
Associated wit some hard hittas, cold killas
Connected with experienced, deadly criminals
Convicts, thugs and drug dealers Cop killas, and drug lords stackin 8 figures
My associates include those who have been convicted of crimes, violent criminals, drug dealers, cops killers, and powerful drug lords making millions
Quick to pull a trigga and leave a body floatin in the river We gorillas in this jungle collectin mad skrilla
We are ruthless and willing to kill, leaving bodies in the river, acting like animals in the jungle, all for the sake of making money
Bankin on cheddar and cream, from dope fiends
Making a fortune off of drug addicts
From a land where everybody gotta fend for themselves
Living in a place where everyone is struggling to survive on their own
Half of the mommies doin 25 to life in a cell
Many women in my community are serving long sentences in prison
Seems like we dwell in the pits of hell wit no bail
Our situation is like being in hell and there is no escape
Chained up, captive and tortured by the enemy's spell
Feeling trapped and oppressed by those who have power over us
Who hears my cries from these lonely jail cell
Wondering if anyone will hear my desperate pleas for help from behind bars
And what do I profit to lose my soul and gain from drug sales
Questioning the morality of trading my soul for financial gain from selling drugs
Livin the street life
Living as a criminal in the street, outside of the law
Crystal, drugs and crushed ice Hangin wit plays who plain hiest and roll dice
Dealing with dangerous drugs while hanging out with criminal accomplices who plan heists and engage in gambling
In casinos like Bugsy Siegal We outlaws forever livin illegal Tha street life
Frequenting casinos, like famous gangster Bugsy Siegel, and accepting that we will always be outlaws, living life outside the law
A yo, the street life is the only life I know taught to hustle these streets and grind to make dough
I have become accustomed to this life on the streets, hustling and grinding to make a living
Cope the 4-4, jump in the 6-4 Blast on my adversaries then end up on death row
Using guns to defend myself, but risking ending up on death row as a result
Yo, this was the life I seen raised as a youth Where everybody smokin chronic, sippin 98 proof
I was surrounded by this dangerous lifestyle from a young age, where people were always smoking weed and drinking alcohol
ain't no happy days and sunshine In my hood is jus crime, cryin for one time
Life in my neighborhood is bleak, with constant crime and violence, wishing for just one peaceful day
Slugs flyin, and everybody tryin to come up in this evil drug game Insane, vision of murder just increase the pain
People are killing each other over drug deals, and the idea of committing murder becomes normal and acceptable in this dangerous game
Cocaine and methamphetamine I want out, but gave an oath to the death of me So let it be, Ima ride on my enemy
Dealing with highly addictive and dangerous drugs, wanting to leave this lifestyle behind but feeling trapped by the oath I've sworn to my fellow criminals
But when they bury me, I fear where my soul will be Eternally searchin for light patna, but I'm in the midst of the dark Its so hard, when you in this ghetto prison lookin for God
When I die, I fear that I will be punished for my actions, and I am constantly searching for a way out of this darkness and towards God, but it's difficult in this environment
Another homie dies, so I wipe the tears from my eyes And ask God how many lonely painful tears will I cry
My friends are dying, making me emotional and questioning how many more tears I'll shed in this life
Seems like nobody even cares out here in the hood I tried to get a job, but they swear I'm up to no good
Feeling isolated and unsupported in my community, and struggling to find legitimate work due to being labeled as a criminal
Misunderstood from a young age, on a rampage From an adolescent carryin hollow points in a smith-n-wesson
Being misunderstood and written off as a criminal from a young age, and carrying dangerous weapons like a revolver with hollow-point bullets from my teenage years
For anybody second guessin, if I'm scared to test em ain't nothin even worth livin for
For anyone questioning if I'm afraid to stand up to my enemies, I have nothing to lose at this point in my life
The richa gettin richa and the ghetto remains poor Liqour stores and gun shops
The wealthy are getting richer, while the poor neighborhoods continue to suffer with liquor stores and gun shops dominating the area
And everybody wonder why thugs pack glocks and kill cops Full of hurt since birth, why was I placed on this earth
People question why I carry a gun and harm cops, but they don't understand the pain and hurt that has been a part of my life since birth, causing me to question why I was even placed on this earth
Seems like everybody in this ghetto is cursed wit a curse And what's worse, is that my potnah dyin at a fast rate
Feeling like everyone in my neighborhood is suffering with the same curse, and the worst part is that my friends are dying at an alarming rate
Dear God can you help me out, I'm lookin for an escape
Asking for help and searching for a way out of this dangerous and oppressive lifestyle
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CLICHE' PUBLISHING
Written by: FRESH, MICKI, QUAITES, STONE, WILLIAMS
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