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the world aint no diffrent now
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the world aint no diffrent now...
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never had a dime
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my life a crime
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had be when i was nine
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mom drunk off of wine
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ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper
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till a point she paid no mind to the supper
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stay mad but stay fronting with smiles
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stayed on the groung once and a while
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first day of school
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never had nutin to style
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mister colondre stressin i aint comin in a while
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it was a bummber
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rocking the shit i rocked all summer
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on the first day i was feeling some kind of way
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and she wasnt trying to do nutin
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you would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or
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something
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now i kno then was even harder
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especially for a single mother
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raising me with no father
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shit living up in this tentament
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eating stale m and m's
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talking wild shit to spanish imigrants
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i speak in codes
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man to sivrence
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always quiet then ben dichon to my madre
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even thought she did nutin for me
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acknowledge me as i run down my life story
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you dont kno how crazy it is outside
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i die inside
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oh ive cried oh ive cried
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do you forgive me?? do you forgive me??
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check the skit
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no body never gave me shit
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if anything a nigga frame me and make me get
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3 to 6 my first bid
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no doubt up in sparfard
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had to be 12 son had to make a profit
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remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt
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eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk
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in school i smacked cats in a hurry
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moms didnt care she was getting drunk wit misses berray
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on the first floor
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i used to thrist for greenary
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picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street
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yo fuck home
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im tired of geting punched in my dome
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tired of this faggot ass nigga moan
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thats when i started roaming
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my hustling game is deep
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cats ya heard
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ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg
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Notorious tell ya friends spread the word
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glorious my life story is obsurd
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chorus repeat 2x
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home from elmira
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got a little writer
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im gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver
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recognize the struggle live it like a thug do
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hatred in my heart but inside i love you
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see no matter what i will extend my arms to hug you
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knowing i am just like you, i am like the double
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all i wanna kno is how u pound me down
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yo this shit is real and u realy jerked me around
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but any way i am geting paid wit puff now
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i can cop u a house i can send you some stuff now
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so many levels jail take you
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i appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you
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ive been through fire and birth stone
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used to be ???? not i cop the gem stone
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i remembered when you rushed me
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the time you said you should of flushed me
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i forgive you ma trust me
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chorus repeat till end
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Life Story
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Black Rob |