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Wet Boys - My Life lyrics
{talking Drop that shit (yeah)....(my life) It's a fucked up feelin to be fuckin discussed (discussed) Busted (busted) I want you to look eye-to-eye with this baby Gotta keep ya head up cuz it's droppin ? have some under the table (I am a soldier) Check it (check it know what I mean) (check it) [Verse 1] Take a look into my life it's messed up My sister's on that dope man she stayed geeked up My baby mamma screamin she don't want me to die Got tears in her eye But I just wonder why Cuz if I gots to die I gots to go, I ain't scared With one up in my chest but two to my head But don't kill my son because my son is all I got And there's a very reason why the brothers slang rocks My mutha wants to know why our son sells crack I tell her (?) to put clothes on my back And I don't give a fuck because the thug is in my blood A there's a reason why I give my neighbor so much luv My sister always screamin "Real boy you needs to chill" But she don't understand I gots to play my bill My girl works a job that pays 5 a fuckin hour We needed more a dollars so I started slangin powder I used to see my homies on the block gettin money It just start (?) and shit and I was lookin bummy But hey I ain't no dumby nigga I knew somethin was wrong (?) my nigga to sit there, you couldn't pay (?) He taught me to run this game and how to make a quick cash He gave me what I need shiiit four and a half A (?) and a do' just to get the truck crunk I started drinkin gin and started smokin blunts A .9 millimeter was the gun that I packed But For-ty years-old and now on the gat I used to hit the school yard fightin for dem lays Rid my cousin's Chevy ridin Daytna-days Think I'm livin the life.. {Talking You see I can be (?). (I wanna change) But not by man. (but how?) Only by God. (what you think of dis game?) So all these niggas that's jealous man. I'm takin the bitches myself. (life is all fucked up man cuz of the way they got us livin) You can look and tell I'z if dey d'ere. (ain't nobody give this shit) (You gotta work for it) (You gotta earn it) The main nigga, the rebel (You gotta arrent change) Black Keano (You gotta wanna feel) (You gotta wanna be real) The shits real. [Verse 2] There's nothin (?) ain'ta damn thang changed I'm true to da game So I'm still pushin 'caine The lumps but nigga back to these wicked drug traves The tears in my eyes, got slugs on my face I just bought a house and move the fuck up out da hood My niggas, they ain't jealous, it's all fuckin good Cuz even out da hood, I got the crazy contell And when them hoes see me they be straight holla real When I don't get ahigh-five I just throw up that peace sign And go bout my bizness tryin to stay down for mine Cuz some of these hoes they be actin like they nice'n Fool you take it back and quit your bitches turn trifflin' Try to set a nigga'up, death for his meals And don't give a damn about a slayer gettin killed And see you wit your Dallas so they figure that you're on And when they get their partnas quick to invate your home But not a thang to me I stay strapped with my heat Adiquate, then tear a hoe, bitch gimme 10 feet Cuz a the niggas in my hood be actin like da stars From in red Beamers,(?) big cars They can look at my life.. {talking Ha Imagine this No more tears for my momma And no more pain from the drama That's what I wanna give That's the life I wanna live I mean I'm just strought.. (damn this shit!) You know what I'm sayin (I wanna change) ..from the streets they hard (I wanna get out the game) My lil son got scars (this shit hectic) You know what I'm sayin (I mean, everythang gotta be respected) The homeboys ride big bars I wanna change I wanna do my thang (check it! check it!) But how?... [Verse 3] If I change my life tonight Make it right Hell naw, I got ta strike If I wanna live tight Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down They ask me why I'm so heartless Or even start this I say these streets and this heat keeps my mind deep..thinkin Of another plot (damn!) Damn I (?) off the heel gotta wait for dem walks I close shop and earn 2 g's with this Mary Jane The patty way is talkin bout closin dump me and Caine It seems a niggas on the run And when I'm clutchin my gun If I ain't the one Then why the Fedz come touch my momz I'm bout them AK guns and drugs but she don't sho' her luv If they ain't poppin out no slugs Leave'm 'lone, God gon' judge They know just keep it real And for your steel We know this shit we do as (?) But who gon' change the tone And make a safe affect (?) You see these streets at night We told your block and keep it cocked and save your fuckin life What about these niggas ridin Chevy chrome D's bank roll Lookin swoll Get jacked if they sendin pair'a own All though I know it's hard to keep it to open your eyes And take a look at how we live and how we fuckin survive Look at tha crock I want to ball ten from the bank You give em ten (?) sell em tons of dank But you don't trust me and I know you don't like my kind You out there stealin We killin n dealin and givin out all that time Some that's trapped have no choice they got to fuckin bust If I only rob and only roll then my familys crushed Gimme a job, 5 an hour sayin "this shit gon' work" (?) she havin a baby I wanna why tha (?) You ridin Lex Doin your best and you play me soft That's why my boys tote them glocks and break em off So all ya'll thugs Sho' no luv And slang those drugs And if a nigga try'ta bust slang those fuckin slugs Cuz everybody got there own thang to try n make it Foo, we let em hem you up, yeah your life to take it They say the tommy (?) all this shit I'm lookin good off in these hoodies and these Nike kicks Is it my destiny to make a chance to fuck it to fail Or take a look all at my life, look at the way I go is hell |
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