UGK (Underground Kingz)

UGK (Underground Kingz) - Living This Life lyrics

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Lord it's so hard, living this life

A constant struggle each and every day

Some wonder why, I'd rather die

Than to continue living this wayyy





Ughhhh, I don't wanna do this no mo' (no mo')

But dis the only thang that I know

I keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the flo' (flo')

The laws and the d-boys wanna kick in my do' (do')

I'm a d-boy, didn't graduate

But I, got Ph.D from Pimp State

And I, got a Master's Degree in movin weight

And my, people dependin on me but they gon' be straight

UHH - I wanna go to service

But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous (nervous)

Cause they be lookin at me funny

Watchin the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money)

I don't wanna go back to that hell

Rather be dead than doin life in a jail cell

Die young oh well (well) I had a good life (life)

They rappin 'bout it but I'm out here payin the price









I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn and

I give myself a - stretch up, a morning yawn and

See I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game

Move one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me (f'real)

I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin to aim it higher (higher)

Watchin the lames aspire (aspire) to street success mayne (mayne)

They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin water (water)

You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order)

Everyday it's gettin harder to fuck with the flow

I'm tryin to keep, all of my motherfuckin ducks in a row (row)

I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat

If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat

Shit a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime

Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)

Walkin the line like cash, I'm on my mash

Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash









Lord I'm sittin here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut

Askin you to watch over me, no matter what

Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of you

And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin through

The bad times and worse times, through it all

When my head is hangin low, you help me to stand tall

The only way I'm a ball, the only way I'm a shine

Is if you lookin after me while I'm out here on the grind





UNGGHH~! I know you bless the child that go get it

I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city

So I talk the language of the ave

Forgive my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin slabs

Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs

Balance on my life on the fo' beam

And I need codeine just to say sane

I'm steady prayin to you but I don't know your real name



Knahmtalkinbout!

But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place

Your prayers gon' get heard anyway

So some say Jah Jah, some say Allah

Some say Jesus, some say... Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout

Ay man I just look like this man, knahmtalkinbout

I ain't get this far bein no square man

You wanna hide some'n from black folks, they say you can put it in a book

I don't believe that

Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books

I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on mayne

But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout

For they laws and power, knahmsayin the art of war

The secret societies of America, knahmtalkinbout

Everythang ain't what it look like man

And don't judge every book by it's cover... ya dig!

Hold up









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