Lyrics:
life without trying
My conscious crying
There's no point of giving tips
If you ain't practicing what you implying
I'm taking life at my pace
Ain't
niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal
We're sitting here with Eazy-E
Believe that
How are you doing?
Alright
So, Eazy, tell me, how was your life as a youngster?
Ruthless, my
Hand on the trigga
I see my life before my eyes
Each time i pull it
I hope I live to be a man
Must be part of some big plan to
Keep a brotha in the state
you keep sittin' there on your ass
Just do it while the time is right
Man this is one short life
Wait to long and you might miss your chance
If you walk
to say
"Hello, haven't seen you on this bus before"
I gave her a look that said
"Huh, life is funny, you never know what's in store
By the way, your hair
the frown for these jiggas now I got my face on
Yo I live a double life
Double 0 7 are the numbers that I conquer by
But how'd dem man wanna diss me
Black man
quiet this time
I'm so damn glad that pop punk has died
Selfish baby
Your girlfriend's the worst
She left you cuz you moan
Like cow giving birth
I'm glad
Far from perfect, that's my style
When I close my eyes
Oh baby we are running out of time
My life is perfect that's a lie
I have things I don't
I don't waste my time
So hard to find
I don't rest my mind
If the brain is blind
Defining time
Fetching in my prime
What you get is mine
But just for
on a face of peace
that\'s worn by the land
If you only knew what lay for
you Just the role of time an
end for you
It\'s been said the good die you
true, that's why we all through
Now your girl's pickin' up the cell when I call you
Talkin' slick like she ain't here
She don't want you no more, punk
right
You better off saying a nigga took my life
Want to assassinate my character, but I ain't acting
It ain't adding up so you niggas subtracting
B.I.G.
Into the ground
We beat you down
Beatdown
Drop this shit feel the hit satan’s calling you
By this point in time your life is over due
Remember where it
hard to get by
And that's why, when you're young in the streets
You gotta live and let die
Some say this ain't the life to choose
Rage is
the way getting shook
You got to play the game by the book
I fuck around and your life getting took
And last but not least, when you make that money
to have heart, nigga couldn't punk out
You was training boys in the hood, nigga you jumped out
Scary ass busta, I get money with the hustlas
The Rugers,
never be
Oh that I thought could
Never be, never be
Drop the anchor
Short life passed it's prime
It's all about forgiveness
You'll be lost in time
You
in Washington smokin that shit!
You need to get yourself a life or keep tryin
Or more and more cops'll be dyin, 'cause I am
Sick of seein niggas
You're more like a punk trick
You corporate motherfuckers all suck a dick
I'm an anti-motherfuckin' social independent
Fuck the life
I don't want
get darker than what I would like, but I know I'm alright
Shapes that s-
By the time you get this video, it might be too late
Now people are
Well I'm Too $hort baby, hear what I say
I never do work but I always play
Cause the game is life and I play the game
So you never talk down
me the jolly message. Oh...Nuth...
Nothing is wrong! After all, what is time?
If you miss me in this life you can catch me in the next.
Come
right now I just wanna
Party and bullshit and party
If you're gettin' texts your ex just
Party and bullshit and party
Gettin' back to the single life
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