Life Lyrics by Big Ed

Life Lyrics

    [master p]
    You know what?
    This ghetto got me so crazy
    My life, it almost feel like i'm a phone call or ring away from death
    Ain't this fucked up
    Big ed, tell a story of the streets

    [big ed]
    My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasnt he strapped
    Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
    Ahh dats it, they called his momma
    Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da drama
    Her voice trembled, she was hysterical
    The bounty was a hundred g's
    For her to ante up, it would take a miracle
    Shes very spiritual
    She got on her knees and prayed to god that i would help her yo
    We'll get em back, i do anything to help my dawg
    Try to relax, i hit you back, let me make some calls
    For situations like this,
    I keep a safe full of money with 100 round clips
    I told my lady, get the cash and the mags
    No questions asked we filled it up in a duffle bag
    I through in my camoflauge fatiques
    My a-r, a hand grenade, and an ounce of weed
    Head out the front, put the bag in the truck right next to the m-1
    And the pistol grip pump
    Hit ma dawgs on the celly mercenary group of killers
    We're methodical niggas with infered triggers
    Put the lexus in reverse, and let's roll double 0
    Limo tint big body black four do'
    Meet v-90 at the diner with burt bought my bad ass hoe china
    Who smoke this dope out her vagina
    Chocolate, jet black hair , slanted eyes you shoulda seen her
    Bad ass body look, flexible like a ballarina
    Seated at a booth, three niggas with broad and bullet proofs
    Met for combat, made more calls, met up the troop
    I told em jay got snatched
    The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
    Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib
    I'll be there in ten, it's time to get it how we live
    When i got there she said that the jackers know about me
    That i got cheese with the miller boys at the calliope
    Now they want two fifty, it's cool though
    It's time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front door
    Reach up my shirt and put the gat to the peep hole
    (who is it?) it's my nigga boz, open up the door
    And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga
    But hold up, the plot gets thicker
    He said, jay's a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the nigga
    He's plottin on me, tryin to get richer
    He's hiding at the motel six, room two twenty
    How many hoes in this world, man nigga plenty
    Boz got this hoe named wendy, stripper slash dancer
    Red met her at chocolate sixty in atlanta
    She got a twin sister candy, boz hooked candy to jay
    Jay fell in love with the hoe and got a baby on the way
    But he's broke and busted, down and out disgusted
    Scheming on me, him and candy discussed it
    Candy told wendy, and wendy told red
    Red told me my nigga jay wants me dead
    Not my nigga, but i gotta investigate
    We drove to the motel six, seen his car, checked the liscense plate
    (yeah that's him) see what happens when you try to pack fair
    Peeped in the window, seen jay gettin rolled in the chair
    That's that hoe candy, workin it backwards
    Lookin at her titties got my dick hard like she's a private dancer
    Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his face
    Pushed the hoe off the nigga and shot his dick off his waist
    And that naked hoe candy pussy is wide open
    Jay can't believe she betrayed him, his eyes is wide open
    Jay tell me why nigga, before you die nigga
    I would have gave you some money, didn't have to lie nigga
    But i can't kill ya cause a nigga love you too much
    So v-90 shoot him in his head and throw him in his own trunk
    Watch your click (watch your click)
    Cause niggas switch when you get rich
    That tek and ski mask cause life's a bitch

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