Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Changes, artist - Wu-Tang Clan.
Date of issue: 10.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life Changes |
I’ve gone through life pretending |
That time will change the ending |
Peace to the God (peace God) pour out a little liquor |
Shame On A Nigga, I heard the reaper done came to get ya So I done copped a fifth of, Vodka, and in your honor |
I’ve grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas |
Some say it’s bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya Music got us up off them crack corners |
Now I’mma swallow this whole bottle for Ol’Dirty |
Damn, it’s hurts me, I hate it when brother’s go early |
Word to my son, he gon’remember you, rubbing on a statue |
In his lab, that resemble you, and what it meant to Wu Us forming like a family, you just blew |
You was the chess piece on the board, that made us look true |
Watching your pen swish, you love frying kingfish |
You the pearl in the ocean, I’m up on the land, pissed |
Now you moving more prestigious, me, hitting this reefer |
I know it’s real, guess I slept with the Black Jesus |
I became weak when I heard, that his body expired |
It was hard for me to believe my brother retired |
Suddenly the clock stopped and the room started spinning |
How can he walk off the field during the first inning? |
I cried like a baby on the way to his place of death |
Hate not being there, the minutes before he left |
Now I’m in the booth, ten feet from where he lay dead |
I think about him on this song and what he might’ve said |
When I first heard the word, I needed air to clear my head |
I know you didn’t say what I thought you said, my brother’s dead |
You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked |
Ya’ll niggas shouldn’t play like that, I know how you feel |
Lord, but it’s real, and I still can’t believe |
And my heart still grieves the loss, there’s no pretending |
Ason Unique, loved wine and fine women |
We singing on tour, «ooh baby, we like it raw"(we like it raw) |
Can’t pretend… |
Some day it gotta come to an end |
But I’ma keep you right here dog, real close to my heart |
Yeah… |
I popped a bottle on your born day, God |
Tried hard not to cry, I still can’t hide the scar |
And I still ask, why to God, analyzing your form |
As I stood there beside your mom |
And I share the blame, cuz you was calling for help, kid |
Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve, had the time, I was selfish |
I carry on your struggle, each day it really hurts me I really miss you Russell, hope you forgive me Dirty |
Yo, these walls I wanna crash, and put my fists through |
Shout out to Dirty, let the whole world miss you |
Reach out and kiss you in your coffin, my heart races |
I dropped tears and watch my nigga fall from greatness |
It’s all wasted, flushed down the drain and |
Soon as the news hit me, I bust out with pain and |
Rivers I cried, my brother just died |
I’mma see you, my nigga, on the other side |
Ah, man, how do I say goodbye? |
It’s always the good ones that have to die |
It’s hard to live without you, God, I shouldn’t have doubt you |
When you said that The Passion of Christ was all about you |
From the God Mobile, to Linden Plaza, to Brownsville |
Florida to Ohio, to Putnam, to Park Hill |
You interrupt the Grammy’s said «Wu for the kids» |
Took four or five shots when they rushed in the crib |
Trey-five-seven cracked ya ribs, cops shot ya whip |
You’ve been chased by the pigs, sold the four year bid |
Crashed cars, still came out without a scar |
They tried to keep ya free spirit trapped in a jar |
So you’ll keep ya mouth shut, and not tell the world |
Who’s who and what’s what, and probably go nuts |
How we treat them hoes? |
Dirt, how we treat them hoes? |
We fuck 'em in the butt, Dirt |
But those mistakes behind me Cast shadows to remind me |