Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Journey Through the Life, artist - Puff Daddy. Date of issue: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Journey Through the Life |
| yo, yo gansta, gansta |
| gansta yo that’s right |
| journey through the life of some real niggas |
| some real niggas, you’ll never see what i’ve seen |
| When i sleep i dream of bodies in streams of blood |
| Naked bitches, dead nigga’s ghost, feds with toast |
| Knockin’my door down sweat poor down my body |
| Roast from the heat so i soak my sheets |
| Wake up shiverin', pull my hoe close to me, she sexy |
| Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And i tried to make her stay with me, but i stay busy |
| And her friends are cut-throats, they deep throat to lay with me I reminisce how i miss a stare in this space |
| Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin’their face |
| L&in'in a mansion, home alone |
| I hear footsteps, shit i kicks just not lyrics |
| I hold a fifth, wonderin’if ten shots can stop spirits |
| If nigga’s try to rob me then i won’t hear it Cause it’s different from the streets, i’m missin’my hood now |
| Missin’all the blocks cuz i’m surrounded by woods now |
| It’s supposed to be good now |
| It’s like i’m walkin’tight rope and can’t look down |
| Fire below me Now the fantasies i have for women are unholy |
| Success, thousand dollar bottles impress |
| Models with fat ass and big breasts |
| Floor seats, knicks vs. nets, private jets |
| Millionaire heir to antigua, with ananda, the mtv diva |
| Nas, how do we survive all this mess? |
| (i didn’t survive) |
| East vs. west the rap game where words became flesh |
| A whole pound of herb won’t desolve my stress |
| Still i ride to the death, love hip-hop |
| Cause afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect |
| Feel me? |
| fuck to the rock sean john jury |
| I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids |
| Write about the black experience, sell it to marimax |
| Tell me if you feelin’that |
| Take a journey through the life of these real niggas |
| The things that they seen it would thrill niggas |
| If you’ve seen what they’ve seen, you would wonder |
| Through the rain and the pain and the thunder |
| By the time that you realized that it’s goin’down |
| You may find yourself going underground |
| When they see that this life is upon us We would see that there’s no one that we can trust |
| You can never see what i see, motherfucker |
| Beanie sigel, the realest nigga from the streets was taught |
| Stay cased up nigga, stay deep in court |
| Reminiscin’on that cold cell, deep in thought |
| Gettin’skinny, couldn’t eat, cause the meat was poor |
| Ya’ll niggas couldn’t live my life, i’ve been through it Streached up in hospital beds, fed fluid |
| Two bullets hit my leg, one passed through it Saw the blood and the hole in my calf, looked through it My life’s no joke, i don’played dice with soap |
| Upstate the case niggas slice your throat |
| Wear your boxers in the shower when you gaurd your soap |
| I done seen the biggest nigga’s in the yard get broke |
| I done took blocks through war, took blocks for fall |
| Took blocks to wall for box of raw |
| What you think 33 in the glock is for? |
| Black fatigues, skullies and binoculars, |
| C4, block your doors, nigga’s can’t stop this war |
| I show you faggots what this swatz’is for |
| Hidding spots in the door for the glocks is for |
| Read the papers, '94 i took the cops to war |
| Half of ya’ll niggas livin’a lie |
| Only reason you switchin’up your droid is cause you keep gettin’robbed |
| I looked that nigga in the eyes before i send him to god |
| Beanie sigel, desert eagle, the realest nigga alive |
| Aiyo, aiyo, gansta, gansta |
| The bible has words that christ wrote, evil men sacrifice goats |
| I speak all my life under oath |
| Since a kid, troublesome |
| Thrownin’shit at little girls jump ropes |
| Bustin’b-b guns at stray cats, that was way back |
| Watched it die, covered in flies |
| Then i picked up a stick, try to dig in it’s eyes |
| Makin’dirt pies, na, being buggy-eyed shit |
| And every other nigga that rap, sound like my shit |
| I wear chrome 45's with ice on the grip |
| I don’t shoot it, i roll with killers and criminals |
| With heroin habits they picked up from the penile |
| They let you have it, all i do is give them a smile |
| Lifestlyes of the realest, you ain’t ruthless you bitch |
| I got a pine box just your size, i know it’ll fit |
| Your whole life’s a mistake, stop holdin’the pen |
| Kill yourself, come back as a man over again |
| Cause in this lifetime i’m reignin', slay men |
| Leave your whole body cold |
| Your nails grow long, you get gray skin |
| May this nigga rest in peace, amen |
| I run with brave men, straight out the housin', we wildin' |
| Names engraved in the pavement |
| Brick building, grown ladies jump off the roof |
| Nigga get paged, then murdered at the phonebooth |
| New york streets made me nigga, it’s crazy nigga |