Nas - Life's A ***** Lyrics
[az] aiyyo, wassup wassup lets keep it real sonCount this money, yaknowhatimsayin?[nas] yea yea[az] aiyyo, put the grants over there in the safe yaknowhatimsayin?[nas] yea yea[az] cause we spendin these jacksonsThe washingtons go to wifey, you know how that go[nas] Im sayin, thats what this is all about right?Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatimsayin?Yo then what man, what? ? *echoes*Verse one: az the visualizaVisualizin the realism of life and actuality***** whos the baddest a persons status depends on salaryAnd my mentality is, money orientatedIm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made itCause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percentersBut somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinnersNow some, restin in peace and some are sittin in san quentinOthers such as myself are tryin to carry on traditionKeepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside usCause it provides us with the proper insight to guide usEven though, we know somehow we all gotta goBut as long as we leavin thievin well be leavin with some kind of doughSo, and to that day we expire and turn to vaporsMe and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papersKeepin it real, packin steel, gettin highCause lifes a ***** and then you dieChorus: az the visualizaLifes a ***** and then you die; thats why we get highCause you never know when youre gonna goLifes a ***** and then you die; thats why we puff lyeCause you never know when youre gonna goLifes a ***** and then you die; thats why we get highCause you never know when youre gonna goLifes a ***** and then you die; thats why we puff lye--] chorus #1 echoes at the endCause you never know when youre gonna goLifes a ***** and then you die--] chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the endVerse two: nasI woke up early on my born day, Im twenty years of blessingThe essence of adolescent leaves my body now Im fresh inMy physical frame is celebrated cause I made itOne quarter through life some god-ly like thing createdGot rhymes 365 days annual plus someLoad up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs fromMy skull cause its pain in my brain vein money maintainDont go against the grain simple and plainWhen I was young at this I used to do my thing hardDroppin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cardsDipped to the projects flashin my quick cashAnd got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hashNow its all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run withIs rich or doin years in the hundredsI switched my motto -- instead of sayin ***** tommorrowThat buck that bought a bottle couldve struck the lottoOnce I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacksI cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot backTime is illmatic keep static like wool fabricPack a four-matic that crack your whole cavityChorus*olu dara plays trumpet until fade*
