iight yo.. shyt aint easy...

[T.Coke]
Life aint easy for a nigga//Tryna get his paper//
Theres no jobs// Only hope is to stick to his neighbors//
Picture this// Im 14, nappy hair// Tryna get sum money//
Money buys clothes n cuts// Plus it gets you dates wit the honeys//
Cause its the power of the// P-U-S-S-Y//
Thats why i got tres cocked// Poppin at guys//
And why 99% of black men die//
I played the game of the streets//
Prayed every nite on my knees//
Hopin no one i knew gets sent to the coroner//
Thoughts didnt keep me// From sittin on the corner//

[SixX da FinisH]
Every day i see life, n im goin thru hell/
I feel the gun powder stay blowin thru shells//
N shells is all scattered, across the pavement/
Hustlin all types of shyt, but rock was the favorite//
Baggin grams in the back of the local corner store/
I got 20 in the back, n later im gettin 40 more//
Cockin 44's, duece 2's n 9 beams/
High beams on the Jag, hearin the 9 scream//
The rest of the du'z on the block, thinkin they beat me/
Fuck da bull shyt, cuz this Shyt Aint Easy...//

..::Its Muder I.N.C::..
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