Lyrics Life Ain't Easy - Master P, Porsha, C-Murder

Life Ain't Easy

Driver, slowly step out of the vehicle
Passenger, keep your hands up high
You don’t have a right to remain silent
Anything I write in this report
Is gonna be fuckin used against you, hahaha
Where dey at — where dey at, where dey at?
Life ain’t easy (life ain’t easy)
I know they comin for me (comin for me)
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can’t depend on the one time
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can’t depend on the one time
Is you scared or is you real?
Cause yo' face is kinda pale
I know these streets is kinda hard but me, I’m bout my fuckin mail
They say that evil lurks in the dark, and the trigger gots no heart
I’ve been doin this shit from the start
And yeah my bite is worse than my bark
Nigga please, I’m a motherfuckin dog ass nigga
Steady reppin on them hoes and I’m steppin on them niggas
Bitch I thought that you was hard, til I caught you in yo' garage
And I hit you with that ?, now you tryin to press some charges
Like a bitch — talkin bout, «It's all good — I ain’t trippin»
Shook my hand — but man, I can’t wait to catch you slippin
In the STREETS, cause I’m crazy gang related, and it’s FUCKED UP
Them bitches tryin to ban me cause my music get y’all bucked up
Fuck!
Life ain’t easy (life ain’t easy)
I know they comin for me (comin for me)
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can’t depend on the one time
This ghetto got me strapped
I keep my hand on my nine, I can’t depend on the one time
Did you fear me when you see me?
Look in the mirror you wanted to be me
Put on your Converse and your green cause you thought that you had seen me
Now you afraid of the real?
For that you better guard your grill
I’m the Candyman I’m Master P and you might get spilled
For the lights and I’ma shine like Joe the Jeweler
See I’m a big bout it Benz and you a sixty-nine Cougar
Ahahahaha