by allik war,
intro
yo who eva told u life was sweet is fuckin lyin i swear....
niggaz die every day children's cries echo da hood cuz dey mom's overdosed....
for real life is hard and dats da truth......listen i gonna teach u a lesson....
verse1
life aint peaches,more bout survivin diseases,lookin 4 reasons,2 keep a season's greetin//when niggaz round da globe,die everyday jus 2 prove they got luv,4 dey thugs,n overdose on drugs,chillin in da clubs,shots fire cuz of sum1 blowin ya buzz,while da smoke darken's ya lungs//sounds of sirens fill da block,afta shots ring out n wake neihbors,dogs barkin,niggaz wildin,children cryin,mother's dyin,i aint lyin listen 2 da words on dis paper//sellin pounds,niggaz get stomped into da ground,feel da heat from da rounds dat da barrel sends pircin a man's heart n here da sound of yellin,niggaz runnin,gunnin,4 nothin,now aint dat sumtin//neva get high,on ya own supply those were da teaching's dat big left,then 2pac said money ova bitches n lets all change but they both met death,young mc's dead rest in thug mansion,a passion 4 music,leavin a hectic livin,raised by streets born in da hood n taught in prison,this cant b livin//i got 2 felony's unda my belt,but i wont hesitate 2 melt,ya wig from wut da 9milli dealt,felt pain dealt love now u left dead,buried unda da shed in a puddle of blood
-chorus-
life is street,n life aint sweet//
im tryin 2 teach u sumtin,i aint frontin//
people die everyday,we all gonna die sum day//
u live once live ya dream n pray 4 betta days n nights// verse2
life aint easy in da ghetto,its sad when ur best friend is da heavy metal,n i aint tlkn bout music im tlkn bout dat 4 pound metal,dat help's every1's problem get settled//its tragic,when u see traffic,cuz anotha g got his assed kicked//shit is crazy man,can u seriously say,2 day is sweet my man//knowin 2marrow,u may die feel da pain n sorrow,of a man who barrowed a couple of dollars 4 a meal ticket,get's shot in da head cuz of not payin back wit da quickness//pass me a ciggarette,give me a light so i can burn away all regrets,of leavin a nigga wit more hole's in his chest than a fuckin basketball net//ima gangsta,teachin,tryin 2 reach in da mind of our young,dont b like us grow old n b so dumb,throw away da weed n drop yo gun,n dont do dat girls for christ sake become a nun//i aint tellin u try make da world perfect,but it needs a change if its worth it y not b u,change urself n let da world see u//im hypacritical as hell,i love violence u can tell,from when i empty out shells,for da hell of it,into ya life savin ambulence//
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verse3
i love da streets,love holdin heat,close 2 ya cheast n barbcuein ya fresh meat//i aint a teacher i hated them,n preaching bout peace 2 u n him,is erelivent,vilonce is a way of life n im lovin it,scrapin da plate of every piece of it//im a psycho,known 2 break hoe's,even if they on they cycle,ill fuck a bitch 2 death wit a fully equipped rifle//i aint ignorant,or arogant,cuz i kno im da shit,i dont have 2 think bout it,only thing i think bout is which broad 2 hit//if i gotta tell u facts bout life,than ya parents aint raisin u rite,either dat or u got a cherryhood life//life is a struggle,keep doin ya thing flip it around n make double,whether ur a street pharmicist,or a lyricist jus b smart n u wont see trouble kid//i need 2 go 2 da corernor's office,n buy me a brain,i think dats y im a lil insane maybe than i can do wut i like n enjoy a profit,im druggin up silly n aint nuttin u can do 2 stop it,so drop my dope n keep ur hands out my pocket//i might blow ur brains out,or shoot up ya house,or stick a fuckin grenade in ur mouth//mental mind games,flows from my lyrics tearin down ya whole mental mind frame//fuck savin da world its 2 late,like da shocks da hospital give my heart....born march 1st 1984 n die june 8th 2004(swiggly lines go straight and drop's mic)
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