Outta My Life

Lyrics

[Produced by Paris] [Intro] It's not the way of being right or wrong, it's just the way it is Don't nobody push you into doing anything, you know what I'm sayin'? You just got to protect yourself when you out here on these streets You just can't be walking around thinkin' people aren't going to do anything to you Know what I'm saying? If you get caught in the crossfire, that's on you Y'know what I'm saying, I'd rather get the next man before the next man gets me Wait a minute, wait a minute... [Verse 1] Damn, here come another sad song Listen to the words cause again it's on Gettin' at my best black one more time Cause nowadays we droppin' like flies Seems like every other week Somebody I know gettin' caught up in the streets Used to be sad when I heard somethin' Now I'm cool if I find out that I didn't know him And that's true, I thought you knew Cause nowadays we're born to die And black life ain't shit Oops, there's another one going down Shot dead to the ground Just one more drug-related Fiasco makin' life complicated Ask yourself how many of your good friends die And then ask why [Chorus] Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life [Verse 2] So I say, how many dope records do it take Before the brother makes sleeping giants awake Another day, another call, and it's so wrong I can't believe I've seen him just last week, now he's all gone Ashes to ashes, dust to dust The gat bust, now another one's life is lost Dead at twenty-two years old Now my heart of pain is turned into a heart of stone I feel like I wanna go get my motherfucking gat Grab a mask and handle shit But I'm conscious, so I think I'll Count my losses and wish my friend goodbye I can't get with the same old, same old Black on black, shoot a nigga up scenario So I just swallow it down and try to let go And see you at the crossroads [Chorus] Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life (Goddamn shame) Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life (Welcome to the killing fields) Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and out of my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' Keep runnin' Keep runnin' [Verse 3] Now I'm more than a mack, more than a hustler More than a D-boy pimp or sports star And everybody can't make their way Tryna rap or dance, I must say that the shit is played Still militant, never be ignorant More than a motherfucking jig 'cause I'm heaven-sent Ain't a player, you're nigga, a jungle-bunny More than a coon, or spook or porch monkey And ain't shit funny It's kinda sad we believe that's all that we can be Brainwashed and ain't nobody lost but us So who's paying the cost? Huh So I do what I can do, still stayin' true Still payin' dues and I still got love for ya Don't squawk when I talk, just listen And get up on that shits you're missing [Chorus] Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and outta my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and outta my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and outta my life Keep runnin' Keep runnin' in and outta my life