歌曲 | Life Ain't Shit |
歌手 | Group Home |
专辑 | A Tear for the Ghetto |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Felder, Heath | |
Intro:lil dap | |
Uh, this one here | |
Is for the pimps, the hustlers and the cool niggas | |
Hahahahahahah, straight like that | |
{lil dap} | |
East new york, brooklyn, my destination of birth | |
Momdukes gave us power to walk the streets of the universe | |
We comin from brooklyn, fully damn armed | |
These situations of life a' make a nigga drop off | |
Power after power, and day to day | |
Warrior for my niggas in the streets all day | |
Haunted daily to our life i said "the crime don't pay" | |
They say "the rich get rich, the poor get poor" | |
Cuz we can walk down the block, politic all night | |
Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite | |
Recite, we'll pull your juggalo vein right out your throat | |
Make these cats want to propate | |
I'm holdin it down with my throat | |
Heard me walk about it, islamic and knowledge | |
Shinin bright like a diamond, sittin in bk, rhymin | |
Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set now | |
Look in the sky, see my man b.i.g. floatin around | |
One day the shine so bright, livin life so right, | |
Lost my man tonight - settin it off, aight? | |
Check it like this, it got to go with the flow | |
Some niggas may not understand, but you know how it go | |
Chorus 2x: lil dap | |
Because life ain't shit, gotta work for yours | |
Gotta hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor | |
Niggas think shit is funny, gotta work for yours | |
Because the rich get rich, the poor get poor | |
Jump up and grab ya nina, cuz you got to get yours | |
{lil dap} | |
B.i. 2000 roman numerals are stamped in our skin | |
Now let us begin, and break it down, it's how we get in | |
We don't know about kites, all we know about life | |
Situations all about it, how we break it down right | |
Chorus | |
Life ain't shit, gotta work for yours | |
{agallah} | |
Don't ever come to bk no more | |
Little shorties i got around me, yo they spray some more | |
They make you pay from the door | |
Sneakin on niggas coming outside the stores | |
Runnin around sellin coke outta they drawers | |
Morning, i ain't got time for talkin back | |
I assurted the clip in the motherfuckin mack, ready to attack | |
A lot of these cats, speakin on they do such and such | |
And while to fuck to around, get smoked like a dutch | |
Yo, my rifle gon search and sniper mc's | |
All the way from blake avenue all the way to mercia | |
Blazin verses up, chain robbery people cold shake | |
Ya breath is up, kidnap your style, take a person up | |
Never fake me for certain, pullin the curtain | |
Runnin outside like my stomach hurtin | |
Comin in ya 9 to 5, make ya stop merchin | |
When i start squirtin, bk is a fucked up place | |
Kick ya down the staircase and cold piss in ya face | |
Chorus 2x | |
{melachi the nutcracker} | |
Aiyo my life ain't shit, plus my job ain't shit | |
My car ain't shit, and you know bitches ain't shit | |
If you wanna get my dough, you gotta work for it | |
You gotta grab ya gun and bust for it | |
Aiyo the group home is stick and we swermin like alligators | |
Risin to the top, like project elevators | |
Life is like a war, we gotta feed the poor | |
The rich will get rich, but ghetto love mean more | |
Family foundation, till you gotta love yours | |
That's the only way to build a strong structure | |
Cuz when it rains it pours, we opening the doors | |
A roof over ya head is like sun galore | |
Chorus 2x |
zuo qu : Felder, Heath | |
Intro: lil dap | |
Uh, this one here | |
Is for the pimps, the hustlers and the cool niggas | |
Hahahahahahah, straight like that | |
lil dap | |
East new york, brooklyn, my destination of birth | |
Momdukes gave us power to walk the streets of the universe | |
We comin from brooklyn, fully damn armed | |
These situations of life a' make a nigga drop off | |
Power after power, and day to day | |
Warrior for my niggas in the streets all day | |
Haunted daily to our life i said " the crime don' t pay" | |
They say " the rich get rich, the poor get poor" | |
Cuz we can walk down the block, politic all night | |
Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite | |
Recite, we' ll pull your juggalo vein right out your throat | |
Make these cats want to propate | |
I' m holdin it down with my throat | |
Heard me walk about it, islamic and knowledge | |
Shinin bright like a diamond, sittin in bk, rhymin | |
Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set now | |
Look in the sky, see my man b. i. g. floatin around | |
One day the shine so bright, livin life so right, | |
Lost my man tonight settin it off, aight? | |
Check it like this, it got to go with the flow | |
Some niggas may not understand, but you know how it go | |
Chorus 2x: lil dap | |
Because life ain' t shit, gotta work for yours | |
Gotta hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor | |
Niggas think shit is funny, gotta work for yours | |
Because the rich get rich, the poor get poor | |
Jump up and grab ya nina, cuz you got to get yours | |
lil dap | |
B. i. 2000 roman numerals are stamped in our skin | |
Now let us begin, and break it down, it' s how we get in | |
We don' t know about kites, all we know about life | |
Situations all about it, how we break it down right | |
Chorus | |
Life ain' t shit, gotta work for yours | |
agallah | |
Don' t ever come to bk no more | |
Little shorties i got around me, yo they spray some more | |
They make you pay from the door | |
Sneakin on niggas coming outside the stores | |
Runnin around sellin coke outta they drawers | |
Morning, i ain' t got time for talkin back | |
I assurted the clip in the motherfuckin mack, ready to attack | |
A lot of these cats, speakin on they do such and such | |
And while to fuck to around, get smoked like a dutch | |
Yo, my rifle gon search and sniper mc' s | |
All the way from blake avenue all the way to mercia | |
Blazin verses up, chain robbery people cold shake | |
Ya breath is up, kidnap your style, take a person up | |
Never fake me for certain, pullin the curtain | |
Runnin outside like my stomach hurtin | |
Comin in ya 9 to 5, make ya stop merchin | |
When i start squirtin, bk is a fucked up place | |
Kick ya down the staircase and cold piss in ya face | |
Chorus 2x | |
melachi the nutcracker | |
Aiyo my life ain' t shit, plus my job ain' t shit | |
My car ain' t shit, and you know bitches ain' t shit | |
If you wanna get my dough, you gotta work for it | |
You gotta grab ya gun and bust for it | |
Aiyo the group home is stick and we swermin like alligators | |
Risin to the top, like project elevators | |
Life is like a war, we gotta feed the poor | |
The rich will get rich, but ghetto love mean more | |
Family foundation, till you gotta love yours | |
That' s the only way to build a strong structure | |
Cuz when it rains it pours, we opening the doors | |
A roof over ya head is like sun galore | |
Chorus 2x |
zuò qǔ : Felder, Heath | |
Intro: lil dap | |
Uh, this one here | |
Is for the pimps, the hustlers and the cool niggas | |
Hahahahahahah, straight like that | |
lil dap | |
East new york, brooklyn, my destination of birth | |
Momdukes gave us power to walk the streets of the universe | |
We comin from brooklyn, fully damn armed | |
These situations of life a' make a nigga drop off | |
Power after power, and day to day | |
Warrior for my niggas in the streets all day | |
Haunted daily to our life i said " the crime don' t pay" | |
They say " the rich get rich, the poor get poor" | |
Cuz we can walk down the block, politic all night | |
Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite | |
Recite, we' ll pull your juggalo vein right out your throat | |
Make these cats want to propate | |
I' m holdin it down with my throat | |
Heard me walk about it, islamic and knowledge | |
Shinin bright like a diamond, sittin in bk, rhymin | |
Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set now | |
Look in the sky, see my man b. i. g. floatin around | |
One day the shine so bright, livin life so right, | |
Lost my man tonight settin it off, aight? | |
Check it like this, it got to go with the flow | |
Some niggas may not understand, but you know how it go | |
Chorus 2x: lil dap | |
Because life ain' t shit, gotta work for yours | |
Gotta hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor | |
Niggas think shit is funny, gotta work for yours | |
Because the rich get rich, the poor get poor | |
Jump up and grab ya nina, cuz you got to get yours | |
lil dap | |
B. i. 2000 roman numerals are stamped in our skin | |
Now let us begin, and break it down, it' s how we get in | |
We don' t know about kites, all we know about life | |
Situations all about it, how we break it down right | |
Chorus | |
Life ain' t shit, gotta work for yours | |
agallah | |
Don' t ever come to bk no more | |
Little shorties i got around me, yo they spray some more | |
They make you pay from the door | |
Sneakin on niggas coming outside the stores | |
Runnin around sellin coke outta they drawers | |
Morning, i ain' t got time for talkin back | |
I assurted the clip in the motherfuckin mack, ready to attack | |
A lot of these cats, speakin on they do such and such | |
And while to fuck to around, get smoked like a dutch | |
Yo, my rifle gon search and sniper mc' s | |
All the way from blake avenue all the way to mercia | |
Blazin verses up, chain robbery people cold shake | |
Ya breath is up, kidnap your style, take a person up | |
Never fake me for certain, pullin the curtain | |
Runnin outside like my stomach hurtin | |
Comin in ya 9 to 5, make ya stop merchin | |
When i start squirtin, bk is a fucked up place | |
Kick ya down the staircase and cold piss in ya face | |
Chorus 2x | |
melachi the nutcracker | |
Aiyo my life ain' t shit, plus my job ain' t shit | |
My car ain' t shit, and you know bitches ain' t shit | |
If you wanna get my dough, you gotta work for it | |
You gotta grab ya gun and bust for it | |
Aiyo the group home is stick and we swermin like alligators | |
Risin to the top, like project elevators | |
Life is like a war, we gotta feed the poor | |
The rich will get rich, but ghetto love mean more | |
Family foundation, till you gotta love yours | |
That' s the only way to build a strong structure | |
Cuz when it rains it pours, we opening the doors | |
A roof over ya head is like sun galore | |
Chorus 2x |