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Gangsta Blac - Life's a Bitch lyrics
f/ Cool 'B' * send corrections to the typist [Cool 'B'] Now first of all I know my story sound wild But guess what I swear to god I was a mama's child You see my mama left me back in 79' I knew it was gods will so I'm done cryin You see my mama was the one who Brought me up, taught me up And showed me what was good and bad Now after her I was raised a bastard child Every now and then I got to see my fuckin' dad You see my dad was a wicked and wild man Everytime I saw him he had a fat knot in his head Sportin' that ??? but I'm lookin' bummy So didn't fuckin' understand Prayin' that my dad would step to me I was chillin in Tennesse He was livin in Atlanta, G. Now years rolled on luckly ?unkown? Mad mad face I'm mad as fuck, uh (chorus)x2 One thing that I learned that was no lie That life is a bitch, you pay bills and then you die See life's a bitch so ?clock? G's See life's a bitch so ?clock? G's young nigga [Cool 'B'] Since ?INT? it just wasn't fair to me I wanted all the luxuries I'm tired of fuckin' poverty Now what the hell am I supposed to do You said don't slang dope, but dope makes my loot I really didnt have a fuckin' friend in the world See my grandma tryin' raise 5 boys and 7 girls And them was only grand kids g One of them was my brother Gangsta Blac, respect see Work the life it was the streets and them South Park niggas in Tennesse SPV That taught this new dog old tricks New dog old tricks, yo now ain't that a bitch? You see me and my brother we hung tight Fight after fight drinkin' night after night Enough respect to my niggas like dre Keep ??? fuckin' taylor [Gangsta Blac] Well I'm happy in November Whe month before december The where is and the who was I really don't remember growin up as a young buck Let me tell you how I came up No life without no mama Each night I deal with drama My father was a no-show His where has I want info Found out ?and lost? my kinfolks Much love gotta keep it real though Been ballin to nintendo Got niggas through the window Lookin' cause I can't go out Nigga like me knew they was out My friend they out their ballin ??? for who's callin My ?teachin'? came from preachin On sunday's ain't no stallin' Dressed up its time for ge I know yo eyes be on me Cool B and Gangsta baby ?Well uh? you made us crazy ?They leave all up in stranger? Your face gon grow some anger My ??? hold me down now. My cousin call me danger So now I got the rest hung Go home and count my income GB and Wicked Wild Child My heart is where this came from [Chorus fades] One thing that I learned that was no lie... |
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