Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Ain't The Same , by - Crucial ConflictRelease date: 31.12.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life Ain't The Same |
| Life just ain’t the same |
| (Life ain’t the same) |
| Life just ain’t the same |
| (Coming up in the new game) |
| Life just ain’t the same |
| Life just an’t the same |
| (Life ain’t the same) |
| Life just ain’t the same |
| Life just ain’t the same |
| (Coming up in the new game) |
| Verse 1: WildStyle |
| I know I gotta make my life right |
| Cause this shit ain’t just nothing nice |
| Niggas in the hood wanna take my life |
| Wid a knife so I strap up every night |
| This game ain’t no joke |
| I pray to God I don’t get smoked |
| Never trust no hoe woulda known that |
| Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh, |
| Thinking back in the days when I played |
| But now I see that life is real, |
| I got a shorty to make my name live |
| If I get killed, but I ain’t no bitch |
| That nigga that try ta get me gon' |
| Have a hard time, let’s see when I pop |
| That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine |
| I live a life of crime, |
| Niggas like me keep mommas crying |
| I think I’ma lose my damn mind |
| If I do some damn time |
| Gotta watch my back and pack a gat |
| That’s how the game goes |
| Times change how they bang |
| Life just ain’t the same no more |
| Hook |
| Verse 2: Cold Hard |
| Sittin, wid a shorty, |
| They box, but they shoot not |
| Talking that shit you wanna gangbang |
| Well we gon’show ya how |
| Try ta kill me |
| I’ma try ta kill you |
| Dick, what you think you slick |
| Ain’t no love here but hate |
| Demonstrate, bring yo clique |
| Tell them folks in the hood |
| Ya coming up making cash flow, GOOFY! |
| How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp |
| You punk ass hoe, |
| I’ma come from the back and rock ya knot |
| Take yo pack and run yo spot |
| If you strapped show me what you got |
| Being a chief gon’get you shot |
| Betta get on it niggas I creep wid |
| So you got ta be fast |
| It ain’t the same, shit done changed |
| That’s yo ass if you don’t blast, |
| And you fucked up trying ta go to war |
| Now it’s on every night and day |
| This is serious, ta game any joker |
| Less it’s gun play, bi-otch! |
| Hook |
| Verse 3: Never |
| Creeping ain’t no sleeping |
| Life ain’t the same in the game |
| Nowadays it’s hectic, had to make up my mind |
| Found myself drifting in the wrong direction |
| Back up in the old days, |
| Niggas used to fist up on the block |
| Capping ain’t no thing to me When you wanna get rubbed |
| Nigga pull that glock, but I kept on focus |
| Everytime I start to think bullets scatter |
| Have a man caught up in the system’s |
| Making us brothers ratter tatter |
| And I really don’t give a fuck |
| My attitude is in the indo |
| It ain’t gon’never be no old days |
| In the ghetto no more |
| So you betta get a grip on reality |
| And triz-out, I make a wiz-a |
| Coming up in the new day’s a damn shame |
| Nigga might think that it’s still the same |
| But the shit they made ain’t nothing change |
| Coming up in this fucking game |
| Tryin’ta make it in the new days man |
| Hook |
| Verse 4: Kilo |
| You know from what I can see |
| Life just ain’t the same now |
| I don’t give a fuck no more |
| And I ain’t afraid ta die |
| I’ma be all I can be Fuck who try ta top me Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit |
| From the eighties to the nineties |
| Nowadays we gotta wreck shit |
| Niggas coming up wid they clique stick |
| Gangbang about a bitch |
| Jealous cause a nigga slick |
| What the hell is this shit? |
| Youse supposed to be legit |
| Talking all that pimp shit |
| Nothing but a sweet fig |
| I bet I ain’t gon’be the one |
| Kissing up to no nigga’s ass |
| Just because they say he bad |
| Get his bitch bump then he sad |
| Crying like a baby |
| Life ain’t like it was punk |
| Betta get on top of yours |
| Fo you fuck around and get gunned, |
| Punk. |
| Hook |