Group Home - Life Ain't Shit Lyrics
Intro: lil dapUh, this one hereIs for the pimps, the hustlers and the cool niggasHahahahahahah, straight like that{lil dap}East new york, brooklyn, my destination of birthMomdukes gave us power to walk the streets of the universeWe comin from brooklyn, fully damn armedThese situations of life a make a nigga drop offPower after power, and day to dayWarrior for my niggas in the streets all dayHaunted daily to our life I said the crime dont payThey say the rich get rich, the poor get poorCuz we can walk down the block, politic all nightStart to make our own tracks, for these cats to reciteRecite, well pull your juggalo vein right out your throatMake these cats want to propateIm holdin it down with my throatHeard me walk about it, islamic and knowledgeShinin bright like a diamond, sittin in bk, rhyminHoldin it down, waitin for the sun to set nowLook in the sky, see my man b.i.g. floatin aroundOne 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 flowSome niggas may not understand, but you know how it goChorus 2x: lil dapBecause life aint shit, gotta work for yoursGotta hustle from the bottom just to feed the poorNiggas think shit is funny, gotta work for yoursBecause the rich get rich, the poor get poorJump up and grab ya nina, cuz you got to get yours{lil dap}B.i. 2000 roman numerals are stamped in our skinNow let us begin, and break it down, its how we get inWe dont know about kites, all we know about lifeSituations all about it, how we break it down rightChorusLife aint shit, gotta work for yours{agallah}Dont ever come to bk no moreLittle shorties I got around me, yo they spray some moreThey make you pay from the doorSneakin on niggas coming outside the storesRunnin around sellin coke outta they drawersMorning, I aint got time for talkin backI assurted the clip in the mother*****in mack, ready to attackA lot of these cats, speakin on they do such and suchAnd while to ***** to around, get smoked like a dutchYo, my rifle gon search and sniper mcsAll the way from blake avenue all the way to merciaBlazin verses up, chain robbery people cold shakeYa breath is up, kidnap your style, take a person upNever fake me for certain, pullin the curtainRunnin outside like my stomach hurtinComin in ya 9 to 5, make ya stop merchinWhen I start squirtin, bk is a *****ed up placeKick ya down the staircase and cold piss in ya faceChorus 2x{melachi the nutcracker}Aiyo my life aint shit, plus my job aint shitMy car aint shit, and you know *****es aint shitIf you wanna get my dough, you gotta work for itYou gotta grab ya gun and bust for itAiyo the group home is stick and we swermin like alligatorsRisin to the top, like project elevatorsLife is like a war, we gotta feed the poorThe rich will get rich, but ghetto love mean moreFamily foundation, till you gotta love yoursThats the only way to build a strong structureCuz when it rains it pours, we opening the doorsA roof over ya head is like sun galoreChorus 2x
