[Hook:]



Life just ain't the same

(Life ain't the same)

Life just ain't the same

(Coming up in the new game)

Life just ain't the same

Life just an't the same

(Life ain't the same)

Life just ain't the same

Life just ain't the same

(Coming up in the new game)



[Verse 1: WildStyle]



I know I gotta make my life right

Cause this shit ain't just nothing nice

Niggas in the hood wanna take my life

Wid a knife so I strap up every night

This game ain't no joke

I pray to God I don't get smoked

Never trust no hoe woulda known that

Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh,

Thinking back in the days when I played

But now I see that life is real,

I got a shorty to make my name live

If I get killed, but I ain't no bitch

That nigga that try ta get me gon'

Have a hard time, let's see when I pop

That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine

I live a life of crime,

Niggas like me keep mommas crying

I think I'ma lose my damn mind

If I do some damn time

Gotta watch my back and pack a gat

That's how the game goes

Times change how they bang

Life just ain't the same no more



[Hook]



[Verse 2: Kilo]



Sittin, wid a shorty,

They box, but they shoot not

Talking that shit you wanna gangbang

Well we gon' show ya how

Try ta kill me

I'ma try ta kill you

Vic, what you think you slick

Ain't no love forever hate

Demonstrate, bring yo clique

Tell them folks in the hood

Ya coming up making cash flow, GOOFY!

How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp

You punk ass hoe,

I'ma come from the back and rock ya knot

Take yo pack and run yo spot

If you strapped show me what you got

Being a chief gon' get you shot

Betta get on it niggas I creep wid

So you got ta be fast

It ain't the same, shit done changed

That's yo ass if you don't blast,

And you fucked up trying ta go to war

Now it's on every night and day

This is serious, ta game any joker

Less it's gun play, bi-otch!!



[Hook]



[Verse 3: Never]



Creeping ain't no sleeping

Life ain't the same in the game

Nowadays it's hectic, had to make up my mind

Found myself drifting in the wrong direction

Back up in the old days,

Niggas used to fist up on the block

Capping ain't no thing to me

When you wanna get rough

Nigga pull that glock, but I kept on focus

Everytime I start to think bullets scatter

Have a man caught up in the system's

Making us brothers ratter tatter

And I really don't give a fuck

My attitude is in the indo

It ain't gon' never be no old days

In the ghetto no more

So you betta get a grip on reality

And triz-out, I make a wiz-a

Coming up in the new day's a damn shame

Nigga might think that it's still the same

But the shit done made an ugly change

Coming up in this fucking game

Tryin' ta make it in the new days man



[Hook]



[Verse 4: Coldhard]



You know from what I can see

Life just ain't the same now

I don't give a fuck no more

And I ain't afraid ta die

I'ma be all I can be

Fuck who try ta top me

Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit

From the eighties to the nineties

Nowadays we gotta wreck shit

Niggas coming up wid they clique stick

Gangbang about a bitch

Jealous cause a nigga slick

What the hell is this shit?

Youse supposed to be legit

Talking all that pimp shit

Nothing but a sweet vic

I bet I ain't gon' be the one

Kissing up to no nigga's ass

Just because they say he bad

Get his bitch bump then he sad

Crying like a baby

Life ain't like it was punk

Betta get on top of yours

Fo you fuck around and get gunned,

Punk.



[Hook]