Life’s A b*tch lyrics

(talking)
We got bad azz in this mother f*cker (outlawz!)
Spiggity spice 1 in this mother f*cker (oaktown)
The low-lifes in this mother f*cker (still thuggin)
You know the outlawz in this b*tch (hahah. it's on)
Once again
Another fat n*gga fried
Do a drive-by if you wanna f*ck with mine
Cause we swallowed inside
My feet stuck to the ground
And ain't sh*t that move me
Dog, i'm heavy bound
And i done seen n*ggas get touched by the pair
Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
I blow my sh*t cause i can back it up
f*ck poppin the trunk
Let's throw some hands up
Now how many real n*ggas gonna stand up?
I thought so, n*ggas better shut up
I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me
But i'll f*ck you up so destructively
Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me
Got my Glocks with me, come ride my block with me
Intoxively, i bought that hennesee
Come ride with me or homicide with me
Outlawz n*gga
sh*t a n*gga still breathin hard from the last song
Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on
Rest in peace to all those who done passed away (r-i-p)
Cause with the beat that's in the streets life don't last long
All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat
You needs to heat, the beat, cause you's a condon savage street to sh*t
You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze
Stay on my feet, i'm tryin to keep em in some shoes
Stay outta jail, this n*gga f*cks hard and twos again
Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again
Let's keep shootin em like we ain't never shot it again
You got your life but you promised to die
Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside
Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on)
Life's short young n*gga, get your mash on
Hustle on little n*gga, get your cash on
If you see death around the corner, get your blast on
You gonna die anyway, life don't last long
We still feelin pain from the last song
sh*t, we still feelin rain from the last storm
Homie either mash or get mashed on
Little n*gga either blast or get blast on
I see how you got to play it now
You got to lay it down
And clown for your crown, have respect now
That's a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em
Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em
We keep it movin, motivation is the money
Ability to feed n*ggas hungry is so lovely
But that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down
It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down
It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it
Picture this, all of us, eatin chips
Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash
How do we outlast? always keep cash
Sittin on the scene, with the nine
Never would of thought, i'd be gettin mine
Bossilini, straight murder dog
Plotted my magazine, master cream
Discenegrate n*ggas who blast me
He didn't know i was trapped
He didn't know i was ready
Plug a hole in his chest
And check out with the n*ggas vetti
Do a dirty sh*t, smokin bomb on the dock
Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks
I got that, hold up
Got a Glock and i be puttin n*ggas in comas
You's a mother f*ckin fool
Cause you dyin for runnin up on me
You want beef b*tch n*gga, see me face to face
After the case, my n*ggas travel state to state
I'm on a mash with case, so i can't procrastinate
There's so many lives in state, lord i'm always gonna take
My fate keep guessin, smith and wesson stressin
The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, i'm dodgin bullets
Rest in peace to those who couldn't, i'm not gonna run
Keep on mashin and keep on blastin
I'm lastin my time here
n*gga i'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here
You wanna smoke, i'm a note to keep my mind clear
And every n*gga that i know mash with no fear
Come on
A yo, i takes no, no slope, that slope
Livin with no breath
Who wanna go next?
No stretch when it's time to sprint
Time limited
They want my life but i ain't givin it
Outlaw, low-lives, taking your life
We blow mics and i'm breakin in with soap dice
I'm baitin now the n*gga you hate now
Full steam ahead, my beam is red
n*ggas wanna fight dirty
I'm clean as them
Stay hurtin in the part
You wanna bleed instead?
I'm mister shorty to the k, the k, f-fantastic
And i'm out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin
I'm kickin ass and takin names later
Better yet, call me shorty, the motivator dominator
Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer
Low-life n*gga, i'm twenty-one and gettin bigger
Roll with n*ggas, mine's as big as nine figures
Yeah, them low life n*ggas, them five-five n*ggas, n*gga
You'll get high, roll by, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know i can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four-five on the ground, forty and out
To fourteen days hard time, low lives!
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