Lyrics Lyfe 'N' Tyme - The B.U.M.s, Mystic

Lyfe 'N' Tyme

«Life was given to us just to do the right thing
Instead of that became an old bum and big dope fiend»
It’s mad flavor that you savor for word life
On the streets you must be precise (Watch out)
The essence of the concrete jungle (Uh huh)
Where cash money is made by the bundle (What's up kid?)
Check out this kid with the fresh new gear
Sportin' a phat Yukon but won’t make it through the year
Thinkin' his life is bullet proof
Glocks are fully loaded, have his ass off the roof
Or pass through loot, but things change for the better (What?!)
Your punk knocks, just to get your shit together (Say what?)
Brothers surpass so many turfs for what it’s worth (Why?)
There’s top dollar bills on this planet Earth
Me, myself & I choose to format right
And survive through the city nights
Old man’s pops his son on the ave for slangin' yac
Many, levels of bull, take your order
Niggas ain’t frontin'
They leave your dead ass on the corner
For what it’s worth, I needs to go get mine
Find a fat sack and I’ll be fine
Pumpin' my niggas, instant death when you hear me
Bonafied to rhyme live all through this whole city
No need to hop The B.U.M.s will keep you on nod
I represent Cali and that shit ain’t odd
For my peeps locked down, you keep a smile not a frown
I know you too from Sherman’s old school ground
I think I left my mark
Oakland’s my one true love, but yo it’s gettin' dark
This goes out to all the hustlers that’s out to get yours
On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs
The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players
That’s down to keep it live
It’s Mystic on the mic representin' the west
Plus representin' the craft, womanhood at it’s best
20 years young, with the, gifted tongue
Leave niggas, supremely sprung when my shit gets swung
One in a million ways to die
When caught up in the rapture of an unequivocal sister
My nature is of capture
Laughter, as the mask cascades
Lyrical blade I don’t need to be saved
Can’t trade, the life is rough enough to cuff a sister in chains
Keyed on the regular, just to keep me sane
Brothers be like, «Damn you so cold»
They never fail to feel the pain in me
Still my niggas say that it will be fine
Just let your light shine
Matter of fact, fuck that I got worldly expectations
So don’t bother business up my mental with stress
Signin' off with finesse
The rude gal from the west
This goes out to all the hustlers that’s out to get yours
On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs
The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players
That’s down to keep it live
Fakin' the style is a flagrant foul, let’s chill for awhile
But any in it comes back someway somehow
Playin' both sides like a double edged knife
That’ll get you squashed like a bug on the windshield of life
This goes out to all the 70's kids who didn’t die from S.I.D.S.
Only to spend a lifetime doin' bids
Some, wither away on the street corner gamblin'
But I be stackin' loot for my daughter to hit Gramblin
Never claim to be the baddest brother but I murder on the flow
Keep my financial, status on the down low
So bitches don’t know if I’m broke or clockin' doe
Livin' small with large dreams was my theme for '94
Raps my life without my child and wife I couldn’t go the distance
So fuck welfare and general assistance
Fuck 5−0 and gettin' scared from hoppin' fences
And fuck them motherfuckers that’s threatened by my existence
My mental provides strength to make the weak shiver
A full time black man, part time nigger
This goes out to all the hustlers that’s out to get yours
On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs
The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players
That’s down to keep it live