Life

[Verse 1: Gus Da Vigilante] Due different day, seem shit Everybody thinkin' ,,Have a quick scheme to get rich" Like a struggle, shoulda hussled Or just do a stick and spend time for credit cards pumpin' What - a drug posession charge don't make cars attack Still it's five down, goin' out of town with a pound of weed And tryna get back on the street, suicidal mind just sweep Tryna reach his kid, standin' on the edge of a porch You got nothin' to live for, another kid turn to alcohol Just tryna solve a problem, it's common Up to this day, everybody tryna get paid and get laid Packed protection, or catch AIDS So get shot, murder, what's the rap Crooked cops, and cajuns sound like crack Killin' blacks, but I ain't tryna hear that Everything all in 360, so we 'bout to take it back [Verse 2: Guru] Ayo, tha ill shit's depicted, when we kick shit, we're listed Today I got mad problems for bein' a black man I'm not that man that wants to get dissed by the taxman So I'ma say what I really need, I'm cravin' more green I'm talkin' returns they owe me Unless you really know me, don't act like you know me See, white kids are sayin' ,,nigga" and they violatin' I got more black panthers than the movie that they made I'm down with Premo, Shug, Jeru and the Group Home M.O.P., Stikken Moov and niggas'll never leave my back alone And so you know, these type of brothers multiply That's why we must live fly, and fakin' jax die I gets mine, I gets mine, too grown for dumb shit Caught up in the street life, so I keep at least one clip To deal with strife, and that's life [Hook:] Keep ya eyes on people, because they smokin' Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets, bust ya eyes wide open There's no right to live life, ghetto kids is strife Do ya dirt, pack ya Gat, watch yo back, I'm alright [Verse 3: Gus Da Vigilante] Taking that liquor 'til my eyes glaze, drowning my brain Mind on capital gain, wise eye on my game plan Movin' the grand steadily, enough to build PJ's in Beverly Kick rhymes in my art proceeds When I release Queens style, bad big ass profile Cars get ninety gallons to the mile Livin' in luxuries, like everything fancy Chicken headz be trickin' on me, the streets treat me lovely Forgetsing all the lies in these sheisty's eyes Use their weakness to visualize, cause they small in size And I see the big picture, I point ya six feet for six figures - Aight? Puttin' it on the opposition so my Nine stays tight The street life under them street lights is right [Verse 4: Lil' Fame] So everything gon' be aight I know some shit that happened recent, it was two kids peepin' Heard one was snitchin' in the precinct, hit the Deps up decent Put him to rest, got it up off his chest, ain't got rid of the stress When my nana point jazzy right through his flesh Who said life was equal? Kid, there's no sequel When I messes, I pray to God ,,put me with my people" (To the death!) M.O.P niggas sling blocks and bitch niggas that bring cops And sling rocks for green, get the greens out (We keep it in the fam!) Due thing, no move fakin', get the bread, fuck the fakin' Cause the loot is for the takin' Ain't tryin' to be mistaken for the next John Doe Roll with the strong flow, so I can see long dough [Hook:] Keep ya eyes on people, because they smokin' Don't be gettin' caught sleepin' in these streets, put ya eyes wide open There's no right to live life, ghetto kids is strife Do ya murk, pack ya Gat, watch yo back - Life! [Verse 5: Gus Da Vigilante] Living life on the streets, strife as murder left or right In front of my vision, both of my fams are missin' Locked down or blind down The plan to keep the grands, whether it's goin' end to end Legal checks, doin' stick ups with Tex, get those with objects Constant currency is a felly for livin' comfortably indeed Some got mouthes to feed, so they push more keys than the locksmith So lay stiff, cause I loose slips Read constantly and move with force - What for? Cause niggas don't use they hands no more We gettin' ones to three for packin' heat, that shit's beyond me Cause livin' legal over illegally, kickin' all of these bodies Even the innocent get slain, stray bullets are never aimed So maintain the struggle of your life [Verse 6: Billy Danze] Ever since the age of thirteen I had a dream, opposite of Dr. King Cause I was ham'd over green Holy but wait up, stay alive on these streets of the real Where it's real, keep my steel to survive Ready to check chumps when I catch chumps ironing That's just the way niggas done fucked up society I got a son now, and I'm getting older (Yeah, you gotta be down with lyin' in [?]golden shoulder[?]) I know, and it's a long way to go before I end the mob When I ain't gotta let my bird above Cause check it, niggas be flippin', whole missions Shorties holdin' more hammers than they holdin' that Ford Dixon Listen, it doesn't matter who's the biggest or baddest What matters is who's fast enough to splatter brains out this muthafucka Livin' these ways, goin' out in a blaze, I bring me appraise Billy's name rephrase (And thy shall not kill!) Thy shall not be killed, fuckin' round on his heel You know me, I'm emotional like Free And my peoples from M.O.P, yeah, the parents they cherish Niggas be dyin' over loot, so now I gotta put on a suit And give a Gat man a salute for his life