[Intro: Inspectah Deck sample] Shouldn't be so rough... Life... shouldn't be so rough... Shouldn't be so rough... shouldn't be so rough...
[Killah Priest] Call me Priestradamus, the world's of weed and chronic Urban turban, fatigue from garments Virgins, all the new testaments, dead presidents Underworld coke measurements with poor evidence From horrific teens, that test, access Gas pressed, within his genes Fist that screams, behind the black desk, Mardi Gras, mass of death Party on and laugh, couldn't catch his breath The mind never manipulated, the world of nine and nickel plated Will hurl bullets, ricochet through his girl The great harlet, will use money and the men of souls, the scarlett Same bitch, that prep my head for a target, two SK's under my arm pit From the pyramid projects, dodging gangstas and prophets Street parables, search for the barrels too
[Chorus 2X: samples] Life as a Grown ass man Shouldn't be so rough Life as a Grown ass man Shouldn't be so rough
[Jay Notes] Gallop with speed, the stress I breathe Tell 'em, words develop, I'm battling speech Thunderclap when I mention the beats, Notes and Priest Know if God throw it out, believe the Devil retreats Seeing whips I used to envy before shell signs Even kings get they plans revised, plan demise Watch for signs, cuz it ain't a disguise Yeah, you got two faces, only one set of eyes And now you got ten paces, make the most of your time Notes in his prime, divine design, serious lines Got the crew sitting laughing at ridiculous death threats It's all on voice mail, I ain't seen death yet Got hate upon hate, our lines up at the gate, boy But all they do is watch, ain't a muthafucka making noise My momma ask me if I keep the hammer, ready props Tell me, keep it steady, bang it in they body, plenty, let's get it
[Chorus 2X]
[Red Mudd] From the bottom to the top, yo, the game for real The pain is real, we walking through the flames, for real I'm from where niggas so dope, that they mothers, they pay bills Try to make a better life, many niggas lay still It's death before dishonor, we ain't starving no more So take a lesson from the time of Leonhart at the door Or one thrust from the kitana, put your heart on the floor Every ghetto via sauna, it's the heart of the war Dead man lies spirits on embalming fluid When cloud hopping on your journey, put your all into it Cuz the real ride for it, many even died for it Or should I say, reborn from they lies and torment The air that we breath, scorches, inhale and exhale The smell of dead corpses, from lead porsches Wars of religion, Muslim to Christian Killing over land, for all of Abraham children
[Outro: samples] Life as a... Grown ass man Shouldn't be so rough
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[Killah Priest] Call me Priestradamus, the world's of weed and chronic Urban turban, fatigue from garments Virgins, all the new testaments, dead presidents Underworld coke measurements with poor evidence From horrific teens, that test, access Gas pressed, within his genes Fist that screams, behind the black desk, Mardi Gras, mass of death Party on and laugh, couldn't catch his breath The mind never manipulated, the world of nine and nickel plated Will hurl bullets, ricochet through his girl The great harlet, will use money and the men of souls, the scarlett Same bitch, that prep my head for a target, two SK's under my arm pit From the pyramid projects, dodging gangstas and prophets Street parables, search for the barrels too
[Chorus 2X: samples] Life as a Grown ass man Shouldn't be so rough Life as a Grown ass man Shouldn't be so rough
[Jay Notes] Gallop with speed, the stress I breathe Tell 'em, words develop, I'm battling speech Thunderclap when I mention the beats, Notes and Priest Know if God throw it out, believe the Devil retreats Seeing whips I used to envy before shell signs Even kings get they plans revised, plan demise Watch for signs, cuz it ain't a disguise Yeah, you got two faces, only one set of eyes And now you got ten paces, make the most of your time Notes in his prime, divine design, serious lines Got the crew sitting laughing at ridiculous death threats It's all on voice mail, I ain't seen death yet Got hate upon hate, our lines up at the gate, boy But all they do is watch, ain't a muthafucka making noise My momma ask me if I keep the hammer, ready props Tell me, keep it steady, bang it in they body, plenty, let's get it
[Chorus 2X]
[Red Mudd] From the bottom to the top, yo, the game for real The pain is real, we walking through the flames, for real I'm from where niggas so dope, that they mothers, they pay bills Try to make a better life, many niggas lay still It's death before dishonor, we ain't starving no more So take a lesson from the time of Leonhart at the door Or one thrust from the kitana, put your heart on the floor Every ghetto via sauna, it's the heart of the war Dead man lies spirits on embalming fluid When cloud hopping on your journey, put your all into it Cuz the real ride for it, many even died for it Or should I say, reborn from they lies and torment The air that we breath, scorches, inhale and exhale The smell of dead corpses, from lead porsches Wars of religion, Muslim to Christian Killing over land, for all of Abraham children
[Outro: samples] Life as a... Grown ass man Shouldn't be so rough
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