Life Ain't Fair

[A-Butta] Yo, my thoughts circulate the earth three sixty degrees The world is money hungry, people trying to stick me for cheese Niggas don't hesitate, they squeeze triggers with ease And make me meditate, how they do these sinister deeds Criminals need a gun, slither and swine Killing my people for fun, shit, we living in the wickedest times I feel the heat from the sun, grit my teeth till I bleed through my gums And taste the blood drops I hate corrupt cops Blow clips and bust shots and the ghetto and what not So quit acting like you don't know shit this is my stop Shorty rocks end up, cuffed up or bucked up Son this world is fucked up, tough luck, your luck's up Plus stuck, thinking the worst (I don't care) If there's a heaven on this earth I know (I ain't there) (life ain't fair) but I ain't stressing it Cause we can all live in peace or somebody else is done arresting it [Chorus] Life ain't fair we only here for a minute So I want the world and everything in it You seen it before most likely I did it Fat lyrics and skills, Natural E's coming with it [L-Swift] This life is like a double headed corn, flickers want to save it I puff an L and stub it later get lifted off the same clip It's mad stress living up in New York City That's why when I walk to Northeast my crew stalk with me Cause a few set of eyes is better than one Either you getting some or settle for none So watch me shine like jewels in the sun And you the type to bust a 38 special and run I be excelling for fun I be strictly struggling, straight up I just be hustling So I just bust em in the face cause of my grill when I drug him in Cause life ain't fair to the upmost Fuck hopes, I just pray niggas miss when they bust toast Keep the dutch close to escape reality for a while By any means has been my mentality for a while [Chorus] [Mr. Voodoo] September 24th, 12 am my rib gave birth To a seven pound six ounce seed of the earth Thinking how hard it was for him to be born Even with no physical form recreated I kick the nature predated hip-hop be deviating the Criminal mind inebriated till I'm abbreviated When I was young when I couldn't use guns I chose the fists To expose the bitch in you like Kane and Payne my foes would twist I used to hold the clip below the click bust nines And felt my first behind on the seventh grade lunch line Just wanted to be, just like the big wheels that slang krill The drug trade made days ill that nigga scrape with stain grills But now, I got mouths to feed So now I'm thinking at five I put on the weed to buy formula for my seed Add a quarter of a century, I hear myself mentally And take the world and everything in it eventually..