Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living In A World, artist - Trick Daddy. Date of issue: 29.03.1999
Song language: English
Living In A World |
| For all my children, huh, let 'em know |
| Sing for me |
| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya’ll |
| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so |
| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah |
| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord |
| I done seen it all, done even lost a couple dogs |
| Everything from seeing hoes boosting in the mall |
| Niggas who used to ball, they ain’t ballin' now |
| Hoes who hated me, dem bitches callin' now |
| And mama told me, but she never told me when |
| She said when money come sin, its some fake ass friends |
| I keep niggas in da blind, and outta mind |
| Cuz broke niggas full of slime and they got dirt on they mind |
| Catch me slipping never, and not once, ever ever |
| Lost a bank to the better I’m a muthafucking fool my self |
| I can’t fool myself, cause if I ever slip, they gotta have that there |
| Two years ago, I lost a friend in da line of thuggin' |
| He got drunk out clubbin' |
| Some niggas followed him home, a Glock nine to the dome |
| It wasn’t long for he was gone |
| For a set of d’s and quarter ki’s we lose to many men |
| And now to many man, understand how to be the man |
| See the man lied, so the man died, I seen the devils in his eyes |
| Though the man in the skys eyeing |
| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya’ll |
| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so |
| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah |
| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord |
| Never confuse luv with lust |
| Retailate bust for bust |
| You can trust in us, we spit that venomous |
| It’s either, them or us, ash to ash, sell the dust |
| We go to war for the peace, ignore the police |
| I still believe that its the east that invented |
| See the west complemented, they always represent it |
| And all my peoples down south keeps it weed scented |
| Better focus, when I put this hocus pocus on the cd |
| I drop mine in braile so them blind cats can read me |
| I’m the cat that curiosity killed, prophesy filled |
| I’m still water that run deeper than hole pussy |
| Get pushy in the clutch, roll up like Dutch Masters |
| I cuts and slashs, plus I, flows like Casius |
| It’s warless clashes you need credit in the last days |
| So when them gats spray, do crime pay when you get shot |
| That’s why I stay calm like www dot, cd |
| For who seeks the actual article |
| You heard it live its certified, mechanic on the mother ship |
| The alien, I changed the course of them with the wings |
| I would love to be considered sin in a physical form |
| Like I’m born to be crucified and mother was born to cry |
| Taught bitches born to live long and bastards are born to die |
| And God and the devil just don’t see eye to eye |
| Coz ya’ll thugs don’t understand that the devil gone always lie |
| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yeah ya’ll |
| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so |
| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah |
| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord |
| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yeah ya’ll |
| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so |
| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah |
| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord |