Money Ain't Enough

Lately I been feelin like Joe, all alone X-ed out and I can't go home - ain't no home Almost everyone I love dead and gone So I puff till my head is blown I remember bein 19, juice to have ends Used to have friends, the loot I had went And you know when the money spent where the homies went The phoney split and left me in the wilderness Life a test, made a wish by the burning bush Purge my soul, all I need's a little push Schemers plot, never seem to stop But he told me: Watch, soon you'll see them rot I got a knot in my stomach and it's eatin me up Flashbacks of my bigger brother beatin me up Up stressin, I ain't sleepin enough Enough already 'fore I crack the hell up And load the Mac the hell up [ Chorus ] I got it bad, oh where can I go I'm in the gutter, gonna do it like Joe Shit got me clutchin my chrome I'm high as fuck losin touch with my soul Cause I don't never wanna go back to broke Like I be lustin for dough They say it's wrong but what else can we do That's all that shit is, to hustle for loot No matter what you must do But even if it's still real rough That's all I see when I puff Sometime the money ain't enough New day, a touch of the sunshine But I wake up with a mug, no love for the one-time It's blaze a blunt time, help me deal with the pain Time to put it down for my hustle, get real with the game Cause money make the world revolve, a damn shame And the Generation X is the next to blame But who the ones makin the guns and bringin the caine? Can you feel me what I'm addressin when singin the pain Daddy prayin for me believin one day I'ma change But the devil steal my mind and he drive me insane So Mr. Teacher, tell me what should we do? ( ? ) cause nobody else believin in you We all crazy; now what people do is outrageous Homies'll turn haters, shady for dirty paper Even ( ? ) turn rapists tryin to ( ? ) Cause a young nigga ballin like the Lakers [ Chorus ] What happened to love? Gave us all drugs Now the kids raised thugs with hollow-point slugs Evil mean mugs, rougher without no fate We suffer and learn hate and end up in a sherm state Many give up, tryin to live up to the status So they slip up, tryin to pull that they baddest Or the mack with the fattest Lac sit on 20 inches Mo' fame, mo' friends, mo' money, mo' bitches [ Chorus repeated until end ]