life pulls us down Help
yo peeps when their down And
if tha system holds you back Just
keep on kickin and don't look back I

had a brotha who was in tha thang He
made his money with tha klick who had to have the same game Money
was the main domain (Don't
let em' keep you down Oo--h N-oo) Didn't
give a damn about nobody but his pockets and the ones that got him paid Always
had a bullet For
when he caught an enemy or playa hata tryin to take his spot he had to pull it My
brotha was a wanted man Wanted
by the other man Taking
all tha non-believers out That
was tha plan 'cause
Bookie used to hang with him And
all tha time spent neva neglected Never
really said a word Never
disrespected But
worried in my mind tho 'cause
maybe one of these days somebody might decide to make my brotha die slow Or
fast Leave
him layin dead with his cash Then
I get the bloody news that my brother passed Sorry
to say R
I.P.It's. non-fiction Much
Love to my brotha won't ya'll listen (Chorus)


and my homie used to be tha hoods 2
little devils on the rampage didn't care Good??? My
homie was a needle freak And
everytime I went to see him had a different personality for every week We
used to make our money daily And
me bein tha partner in crime To
every victim it was paid Maybe
'cause we had tha erge To
make our money off the well paid independent workers with tha nerve My
homie didn't give a damn Co-operation
was a big deal for the ones he jacked I???
couldn't understand the hate up in his eyes I'm
strictly jackin for tha fun He
do it to survive The
only person who cared about his life was in tha mirror Thinkin
to himself "I'll dye alone it's...gettin nearer" Only
person that realy care about his life was me But
a bad case a needle made my homie shoot tha O D. (Chorus).


last story's bout this sista Kim Who
lived around the corner of my block With
2 kids a, little her and him No
help from tha brotha man Tha
sucker left her their with 2 kids and no The???
option was the otha man Barely
survivin Doin
what she could So
in tha meanwhile baloney sandwhiches was all good Tha
50 dollas every month not good enough She
had to pay tha rent Now
money started gettin tough She
got a man Who
did her kinda good in tha beggining Then
he beat her down took control and he was winning For
a second tho 'cause
see tha brotha had a gun Now
she's doin 5 to 10 like a murda one With
tha kids in tha child care She
kinda sad But
knowin that they got a meal a day that made her glad And
knowin that they alright that made her day So
all she can do now is pray Sumtime

life pulls us down Help
yo peeps when their down And
if tha system holds you back Just
keep on kickin and don't look back Don't
let it keep you down Whoa
whoa Don't
Let it Don't
let it keep you down Whoa
whoa Yeah
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Life Lyrics

Nasty Boy Klick – Life Lyrics