Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Change My Life, artist - Trick Daddy. Date of issue: 29.03.1999
Song language: English
Change My Life |
| Gotta change my life |
| Lord knows I ain’t livin right |
| Yall know I ain’t chillin right |
| Smokin out everyday and night |
| Gotta ease my mind |
| Gotta find time to rewind |
| Cause I’m fallin way behind |
| Me and my dogs we known to ride |
| Gotta watch my back |
| Represent for the 'Sota |
| Die couple years older |
| Have boulders, in the 'Sota |
| Get rich with a motive |
| Now shit done changed |
| Niggaz gunnin in the rain |
| On straight cocaine |
| And it ain’t no thang |
| Since the game in his arm |
| Straight aim at his arm |
| Gotta watch my back |
| Gotta stack my flow |
| Gotta pay my bills |
| Leave bread in the will |
| All to the old girl |
| See yall hoes betta chill |
| Now back to the game |
| Lotsa niggaa been dying for this |
| Done lost they lives to this |
| Got me on this survival some type of AK rider |
| Na I started with thug |
| A thug with a heart |
| Took a trip with some heart |
| Had a dude he was scarred |
| See his maom in the park |
| Tears dried up Mom what’s wrong (what's wrong) |
| Your son’s gone |
| Is he ever comin back home |
| She said you straight young nigga |
| Take a look in the mirror |
| I was there when you was gone |
| Now back to the streets |
| Where young niggaz like me Gon do what we got to do You ain’t nuttin without ya crew |
| Betta light in the night and I’m thinkin bout you |
| In the bedroom tied uo With ya mouthpiece wired up Just shaped on the floor |
| Had none of ya guns keep muthafuckaz fired up An see that’s the truth |
| I done told my nigga this street shit ain’t a game |
| But it seem the same |
| Young nigga get slanged |
| For a lil bit a fame and cocaine |
| Try to do thangs |
| Just for the benzs and beamers and bithces |
| Thinkin riches gon take care snitches |
| And niggaz wit triggaz |
| Niggaz betta watch they back |
| Cuz the same time I’m tryin to speak to you and realease to you |
| Some shit ya need |
| Young nigga wit greed gon try to put the heat to you |
| speed to you |
| They callin in the gat |
| In the dunge with a guy |
| Ski mask and a vest |
| Let his heart do the rest |
| Thuggin, broke niggaz be the best |
| Yes, and gon die if ya buck |
| So get fucked right up Come back if ya like |
| Bring ya gat if ya like |
| And get stacked if ya like |
| On ya back if ya like |
| All I neded was a chance |
| A MAC-10 and a benz |
| So I can clown with my friends |
| Show the world I’m a man |
| Then broke but those in the pen |
| When I’m off in the club |
| Much love for the thugs |
| See hennessy in the clubs |
| Got all these rabid ass, maggot hoes |
| they love the thugs |
| Now bout dem hoes |
| Try to find them a man |
| That can pay they bills |
| And yes they can |
| Weight 28 grams |
| Take a tour of the land |
| ain’t got no plan |
| They’ll wait for a thug |
| Go give em a hug |
| Show em how to be loved |
| Then suck em up Straight fuckin em up Then get in his benz |
| Get with all his friends |
| Take all his ends |
| Then send him to the pen |
| Then do it all again |
| Amen |
| But lord forgive em Have mercy on they’re souls |
| For livin like hoes |
| And say a lil prayer for me and my life |
| Cuz I ain’t livin right you know I |
| — repeat until fade |