Life as a Shorty

Lyrics

[Intro] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Thug niggas bounce to this Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Only thug niggas bounce to this, word up I don't want no fruitcake-ass Milli Vanilli niggas bouncin' to this shit right here (Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough) Word up, strictly hardcore only, check it (Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough) [Verse 1] Gunshots, they travel throughout my projects quickly I stay thuggin', for pray the god that none hits me Me and my peoples, we swarm in packs Some rap, others sell crack, to get stacks of the green paper We move makers, lex and landcruisers takers Block vacators, thugs that run five acres of land Flooded with dealers who kill for grams It's the street life, baby, you wouldn't understand I've been gettin' my hustle on since the age of ten I feel alone for a while, but here I go again 'Cause recreation programs, they ain't makin' me no grands So much stress on my mind, I can just kill a man [Chorus] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough [Verse 2] I never knew my own dad, when I was young he broke out That's when my mom got smoked out, and I took the street route I hung around with real gangsters, players and hustlers I guess they liked my style a lot, so they took a little nigga under the wing Eventually I started slingin' white shit No time for school 'cause the hours didn't mix I stayed up late at night, most nights I didn't even sleep That's how I got caught up off guard and sold a dime to the beast They offered me a one-to-three, haha, I do a bullet Traded in my gats for greens, that's how the state do it I'm movin' ain't no joke, get your motherfuckin' throat slit So when you in the penal, don't be acting like no bitch [Chorus] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough [Verse 3] I'm seventeen now (Thank God), and eligible for parole I see the board in a month, hopefully I be home I'm kinda anxious, I ain't seen my friends in a year My moms OD'd, and when I think about it, it brings tears But I'm a young man that gotta change his lifestyle Get a job and calm down, it ain't easy as it sounds I gotta have some fast money, fuck flippin' burgers everyday I been to town house, I get it slingin' yay Anybody in my way I'm blastin', fuck the peace 'Cause there's a war upon the streets No south west or east, all my niggas in the struggle Hold your head and get the cream Big guns, money and pussy be the US ghetto dream [Chorus] Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough