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