Life, pain





It's so hard to survive in this world of pain

I feel like I'm goin' crazy so I'ma shell my brain

My niggaz out here droppin' off over rocks and thangs

Mama never told me life was such a dirty game





I hold my glock to my chest, yes my steel is cold

I pray to God to come to rescue me and save my soul

I reminisce on my past life

Ever since I was a young shorty I didn't act right

Live for the street life

Yellin', "What it be like?"

Nigga we Folks

Money makin' hustlaz from the Westside and it shows

In these past years, shit it's been a hell of 25

Back in '91, I didn't even think I'd be alive

I was sellin' jewelry to rocks, and rocks to weed

Off at the comfort zone G with a fifth of T's and B's

Ready to do whatever, young with a pocket full of cheddar

No thoughts of stackin' just ballin', picture me fallin' nigga never

In this lifetime

But I had to grieve for awhile

Cause a nigga fell off hard but I got my ass back on the grind

And hit the streets like a mad man, goin' against the grain

With dried tears on my face from the pain of this dirty game









Fresh out the pen and can't maintain

Wanna go and hit the block, be on the same thang

Tryin' to serve some cain up in this dirty game

Cause you did a lil' bit, think ain't shit changed

You wrong boy, these shorties out here misled

You fuck around and catch a bullet in yo forehead

Ya heard me?

This ain't the 80's where you get a nickel sack and a hoodrat

A 40-ounce of Red Bull and blow yo wig back

Nigga fuck that, this the year 2-G

Where the toughest muthafucka get left 6-feet deep

So don't sleep, cause the scariest nigga'll pull the trigga

Put 2 in 300 pounds, so that makes you a killa

Oh really, could you be that silly

To think you gon' take over a block where I be ?? nigga forget it

Don't make me have to blow yo brains

In this fucked up world, this fucked up life, this fucked up game









Hey nug, for some reason at night I can't sleep

When I lay down, I keep tossin' and turnin' 

There's somethin' wrong but I don't know what's wrong with me

Eyes burnin'

Cause sometimes I burst into tears when ain't nobody home with me

Stress from thoughts of survival just rushed my dome quickly

Y'all better come on get me

Cause I bout to do somethin' so muthafuckin' drastic

Instead of writin' essays like grabbin' SK's

With one of the best ways that I know to feed my family

Cause y'all ain't foolin' me

Y'all people plannin' a way for my people to read my eulogy

I see what y'all bogus ass doin', y'all plannin' on hurtin' me

Used to be crucifyin' or burnin' me

Now you eliminatin' paper currency

Terrorizin' with technology

And that Y2K shit, I don't know why you play with the chosen guys

The wool ain't no longer pulled over my eyes

Gots to get some scratch and I gotta get it soon

We about to be doomed

Do somethin' for the kids before I go to my tomb

Gotta bust this thang and maybe then thangs gon' change

Tryin' to check mine, cause all of it on y'all I can't blame

Maintain, it's a strange game

At times you gotta throw blows for the gold

It's a long road, some of us do shit despite losin' our soul

Got cold flows but it's strange, I still can't get no change

Bout to be insane

Tryin' to pay the bills but still straight causin' pain

It's a dirty game







Dirty - dirty - dirty game

Dirty game

Such a dirty game