Inner City Blues

Lyrics

[Intro: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX] I'm sayin' ''Check it out'' Yeah, niggas be dyin' for nothin' Over some small bullshit. Bitches too, you know what I'm sayin'? Bitches be gettin' beat up You can all eat a motherfucking dick Women be gettin' beat up and called bitches. Drugs, all that [Chorus: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX] A-yo the world ain't a place to live I got a whole lot of advice to give I got a lot of bullshit on my mind And I think livin' is a waste of time (Check it out) [Verse 1: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard] This is how it is around my way Your gift at Christmas is to live another day The murders that happened, I hate the way TV depicts to me Stray bullets be manslaughterin' innocent victims Welfare checks, abandoned buildings, the dramatics Derelicts, thieves, wife-beaters, heroin addicts Got the kid around the block always carryin' the nine If you get outta line he'll make you lose your mind What I mean is, he ain't tryna hear your fly talk Runnin' off at the mouth or get your thoughts on the sidewalk That's the way that it be in this society These things if you was me, you'd rather die than see [Verse 2: DMX] A-yo, guess why I hit the fuckin' streets at night (Why?) I gots to do what I gotta do 'cause my family ain't eatin' right You ain't got nothin' comin' but a real nice grave Niggas don't want a damn thing but they life saved Go out for your man if you want, whatever's clever And both of y'all'll go all-out to the graveyard together I ain't bullshittin' 'cause I got shit to do Like drive-by's, split your crew with not one but two Glocks 'Cause I hit blocks at a time For chumps that don't know the money they makin' is mine I'm comin' to collect like the free phone call, nigga Hit me off with PC, don't make me take it all, nigga [Chorus: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX] A-yo the world ain't a place to live I got a whole lot of advice to give I got a lot of bullshit on my mind And I think livin' is a waste of time (For real) A-yo the world ain't a place to live I got a whole lot of advice to give I got a lot of bullshit on my mind And I think livin' is a waste of time [Verse 3: DMX] Mad fuckin' stressed and I can't even sleep where I rest So now I wear a vest but what if I don't catch it in the chest? Then I'm out like a light when the power's gone And there's another tombstone a child is puttin' flowers on Long live the dream of makin' enough cream Where I won't have to scheme or roll around with a team Of niggas I can't trust, that I might have to bust All for somethin' dumb, know where I'm comin' from? The fuss Is too much to bare and every day it's gettin' worse It got me plottin' on my peeps and how to get 'em first Thirst is somethin' to make a nigga strive to stay alive And I watch my own back with the black Fo'-Five [Verse 4: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard] Babies havin' babies when they know can't afford 'em The fathers be leavin' when they know they can't support 'em And sometimes it seems like the Lord's on vacation With the boys in blue, decreasin' black population Tossin' and turnin', I'll be havin' these dreams About my dirty rotten homies in the gangster lean Kids don't go to classes, actin' like asses Want money green like grasses, moms be gettin' heat flashes We roll thick through the projects Niggas be rapin' bitches probably 'cause they don't get sex And I ain't 'bout to have no fuckin' kids, my ho is a bitch And this world ain't the fuckin' place to live [Chorus: Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard and DMX] A-yo the world ain't a place to live I got a whole lot of advice to give I got a lot of bullshit on my mind And I think livin' is a waste of time A-yo the world ain't a place to live I got a whole lot of advice to give I got a lot of bullshit on my mind And I think livin' is a waste of time (Check it out)