Life

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Gus da Vigilante] Through different days, same shit Everybody thinking of a quick scheme to get rich Life a struggle, shoulda hustled Or just do a stick and spend time for credit cards pumpin' What - a drug posession charge don't make cars attack Still it's five down, goin' out of town with a pound of weed And tryna get back on the street, suicidal mind just weep Tryna reach his kid, standin' on the edge of a porch You got nothin' to live for, another kid turn to alcohol Just tryna solve a problem, it's common Up to this day, everybody tryna get paid and get laid Pack protection, or catch AIDS So get shot, murder, what's the rap Crooked cops, and cajuns sellin' like crack Killin' blacks, but I ain't tryna hear that Everything all in 360, so we 'bout to take it back [Verse 2: Guru] Ayo, tha ill shit's depicted, when we kick shit, realistic Today I got mad problems for bein' a black man I'm not that man that wants to get dissed by the taxman So I'ma say what I really need, I'm cravin' more green I'm talkin' returns they owe me Unless you really know me, don't act like you know me See, white kids are sayin' "nigga" and they violatin' (VIolatin') I got more black panthers than the movie that they made (Yeah) I'm down with Premo, Shug, Jeru and the Group Home (Yeah) M.O.P., Stikken Moov and niggas'll never leave my back alone (Never) And so you know, these type of brothers multiply That's why we must live fly and fakin' jax die (Die) I gets mine, I gets mine, too grown for dumb shit Caught up in the street life, so I keep at least one clip (At least one) To deal with strife, and that's life (That's life) [Hook:] Keep ya eyes on people, because they scopin' Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets wit' ya eyes wide open There's no right to the night, ghetto kids is trife Be alert, pack ya gat, watch yo' back, that's life [Verse 3: Gus da Vigilante] I'm drinkin' that liquor 'til my eyes glaze, drownin' my brain Mind on capital gain, wise eye on my game plan Movin' the grand steadily, enough to build PJ's in Beverly Kick rhymes in my art proceeds Monopoly's Queens style, baggy guess profile Cars get 19 gallons to the mile Livin' in luxuries, like everything fancy Chicken headz be trickin' on me, the streets treat me lovely Focusin' all the lies in the sheisty's eyes Use their weakness to their demise, 'cause they small in size And I see the big picture, I put ya six feet for six figures - Aight? Puttin' it on the opposition so my Nine stays tight The street life under them street lights is right [Verse 4: Lil' Fame] So everything will be aight I know some shit that happened recent, it was two kids beefin' Heard one was snitchin' in the precinct, hit the Deps up decent Put him to rest, got it up off his chest, ain't got rid of the stress When a hollow point can see right through his flesh Who said life is equal? Kid, there's no sequel When I messes I pray to God, put me with my people (To the death!) M.O.P niggas sling Glocks and bitch niggas that bring cops And sling rocks for green, get the greens out (We keep it in the fam!) Due thing, no move fakin', get the bread, fuck the fakin' 'Cause the loot is for the takin' Ain't tryin' to be mistaken for the next John Doe Roll with the strong flow, so I can see long dough [Hook:] Keep ya eyes on people, because they scopin' Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets with your eyes wide open There's no right to the night, ghetto kids is trife B alert, pack ya gat, watch yo' back, Life! [Verse 5: Gus da Vigilante] Living life on the streets, trife it's murder left and right In front of my vision, most of my fams are missin' Locked down or laid down The plan to get grands, whether it's goin' hand to hand Legal checks, doin' stick ups with TECs, get those the objects Constant currency is the theory for livin' comfortably, indeed Some got mouths to feed, so they push more keys than a locksmith Some lay stiff, 'cause of loose lips We constantly at war with forge - What for? 'Cause niggas don't use they hands no more We gettin' one to threes for packin' heat, that shit's beyond me 'Cause livin' legal over illegally, we can all be bodies Even the innocent get slain, stray bullets are never aimed So maintain the struggle of your life [Verse 6: Billy Danze] Ever since the age of thirteen I had a dream, opposite of Dr. King 'Cause I was amped over green Only one way to stay alive on these streets of the feel Where it's real, keep my steel to survive Ready to check chumps, when I catch chumps eyein' me That's just the way niggas done fucked up society I got a son now, and I'm getting older (Yeah, you gotta be there with lot of gold on his shoulder!) I know, and it's a long way to go before I end the mob When I ain't gotta let my burner bug 'Cause check it, niggas be flippin', whole missions Shorties totin' more hammers than they holdin' that Ford Dixon Listen, it doesn't matter, who's the biggest or baddest What matter is who's fast enough to splatter brains out this muthafucka Livin' these ways, goin' out in a blaze, now bring me a phrase Billy's name rephrase (And thou shalt not kill!) Thy shall not be killed, fuckin' round on this hill You know me, I'm emotional like Free And my peoples from M.O.P, yeah, that'll perish they'll cherish Niggas be dyin' over loot, so now I gotta, put on a suit And give a dead man a salute, for his life!