Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life as a Shorty, artist - Shyheim. Date of issue: 27.05.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life as a Shorty |
| Thug niggas bounce to this |
| Only thug niggas bounce to this |
| Word up |
| I wan’t no fruitcake ass? |
| niggas bouncing to this shit right here |
| Word up, strictly hardcore only, check it |
| Gunshots, they travel throughout my projects quickly |
| I stay thuggin', for pray the god that none hits me |
| Me and my peoples we swarm in packs |
| Some rap others sell crack, to get stacks of the green paper |
| We move makers, lex and landcruisers takers |
| Block vacators, thugs that run 5 acres of land |
| Flooded with dealers who kill for grams |
| It’s the street life, baby you wouldn’t understand nothing |
| Getting my hustle on, just 8 to 10 |
| But here I go again, cause recreation programs |
| They makin' me no grands |
| So much stress on my mind I can just kill a man |
| I never knew my own dad when I was young he broke out |
| That’s when my mom got smoked out |
| And I took the street route, I hung around with real gangstas |
| Playas and hustlas, I guess they liked my style a lot |
| So they took a little nigga under the wing |
| Eventually I started slingin' white shit |
| No time for school cause the hours didn’t mix |
| So sleep late at night most nights I didn’t even sleep |
| That’s how I got caught up, and sold a dime to the beast |
| They offered me a 1 to 3, hahaa, I do a bullet |
| Traded in my gats for greens that’s how the state do it |
| I’m movin' ain’t no joking get your muthafuckin' dosage |
| So when you and the penal don’t be acting like no biaaatch |
| I’m seventeen now, and I’m off to parole |
| I see the? |
| a month, hopefully I be home |
| I’m kinda anxious, I haven’t seen my friends in a year |
| My moms OD and when I think about it every seals |
| But I’m a young man that gotta change his lifestyle |
| Get a job at compound, it ain’t easy as it sounds |
| I gotta have some fast money, flippin' burgers everyday |
| I been to? |
| house, I get a slinky day |
| Anybody in my way I’m blasting, fuck the peace |
| Cause there’s a war upon the streets |
| No south west or east, all my niggas in the struggle |
| Hold your head and get the CREAM |
| Big gunz money and pussy be the US ghetto dream |