Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life's a Bitch , by - Oxymoron. Release date: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life's a Bitch |
| Aye man, I wonder what’s gon' happen the minute my cash get dropped |
| You ever thought about that Skinny? |
| Nope? |
| Shit what about you Scales mayne? |
| I’m-I'm unsure mayne |
| I got alotta, lotta question that need to be answered |
| True we all got questions, but dawg I got questions |
| I got a lot on my mind, just just |
| Just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man |
| Man… |
| Now fire up the weed, 'cause one day I’m gon' pro’ly burn |
| The Ten Commandments in life, never my concern |
| Thing on my mind was, «get 'em, fore they get you» |
| Thing on my mind was, «stick 'em fore they stick you» |
| That’s why niggas know, I’m bout the game before peace |
| 'Cause being free-hearted that’s where it leave you deceased |
| Cold world, cold game — they gon' split ya thang |
| And gang shit I’m involved with would drive the average man insane |
| Ghetto love, ghetto life, ghetto death; |
| then ya gone |
| And after I’m deceased I’ll know life gon' go on |
| And what about my sons — will they do what daddy didn’t finish? |
| Will their life come to a close, shortly after mine has ended |
| What about daddy girl? |
| Will she do what I wanted? |
| Or will she break my heart and let these, niggas up on it? |
| Life’s a bitch! |
| I swear to God, you take your chances! |
| Too many questions, and not enough answers! |
| Life’s a bitch! |
| You take your chances! |
| Too many questions, and not enough answers! |
| Life’s a bitch! |
| You take your chances! |
| Too many questions, and not enough answers! |
| Life’s a bitch! |
| You take your chances! |
| Too many questions, and not enough answers! |
| I’m on the verge of losin' my mind, as well as my last nerve |
| I done served my last dime, standin' on this crack curb |
| It’s absurd — I been on this block, from the first to the third |
| Rocked a 'Bird and seen two niggas shot and left for dead in the dirt |
| I’m concerned if I die by the Glock, will my soul soon burn? |
| My past clash with my future then, take a drastic turn |
| I’m submerged knee-deep in this here, but those around can soon return |
| Morality’s hotter than burn, makin they hearts they burn |
| And say «Fuck the world!» |
| We all going to Hell for some, shit that we deserve |
| But first we was promised a hearse |
| And a chance on earth to visit church, for what it’s worth |
| I’m tryin' to make amends for all the sins that occurred |
| The uncontrollable urge that emerged when I, snatched that lady’s purse |
| And the, last week that I slurred, when I, cursed on every verse |
| Inevitable but well rehearsed, freezin my hunger as well as my thirst |
| This Glock; |
| ready to burst, on any fools I encounter first |
| With the, maximum amount of force, even if, worst comes to worst |
| 'Cause life’s a bitch! |
| October 1st, nineteen seventy-six |
| Welcome to the world — I did nine months for this shit? |
| Moms and pops couldn’t get along — older brothers gettin grown |
| And I ain’t I got nothin but this diaper I’m shittin' on |
| At night I’m closin' my eyes, thinkin about my folks that died |
| Tryna sleep on 'em, thinkin I ain’t supposed to cry |
| Uncle (?); |
| he just died from too much alcohol |
| And all he wanted was a fifth and pack of Paul Mall |
| And momma’s heart gettin back, grew up on hog maws |
| I’m tryna cut down on drinkin but that’s a lost cause |
| Guess we don’t learn our lesson until we all fall |
| These racist cops got niggas writin' they own laws |
| Please God, don’t let 'em take us |
| Just tell momma I meant well, in time don’t let me wake up |
| Please God! |
| Don’t let them folks take us |
| Sincerely, I meant well, in time don’t let me wake up |