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- UGK Living This Life 歌詞
- UGK
- Living This Life -UGK
Lord its so hard living this life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why Id rather die
Than to continue living this wayyy
Ughhhh I dont wanna do this no mo（no mo）
But dis the only thang that I know
I keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo（flo）
The laws and the d-boys wanna kick in my do（do）
Im a d-boy didnt graduate
But I got Ph D from Pimp State
And I got a Masters Degree in movin weight
And my people dependin on me but they gonbe straight
UHH -I wanna go to service
But I aint been in so long kinda make me feel nervous （nervous）
Cause they be lookin at me funny
Watchin the plate when I tithe put in my money （money）
I dont wanna go back to that hell
Rather be dead than doin life in a jail cell
Die young oh well （well）I had a good life （life）
They rappin bout it but Im out here payin the price
Lord its so hard living this life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why Id rather die
Than to continue living this wayyy
I wake up out of bed right after the crack of dawn and
I give myself a -stretch up a morning yawn and
See Im a pawn in this neighborhood chess game
Move one step at a time long as the Lord bless me （freal）
I know the rest aim high Im tryin to aim it higher （higher）
Watchin the lames aspire （aspire）to street success mayne （mayne）
They tryin to blame the fire （fire）
But thatslike wettin water （water）
You either burnt or washed out so get in order （order）
Everyday its gettin harder to f**k with the flow
Im tryin to keep all of my motherf** kin ducks in a row （row）
I gotta see a man bout a dog and sell him a cat
If you dont know then you dont know dats dat
Sh*t a dollar outta fifteen cents I got a dime
Tryin to hustle up my way to a million
I gotta grind （gotta grind）
Walkin the line like cash Im on my mash
Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash
Lord its so hard living this life
A constant struggle each and every day
Some wonder why Id rather die
Than to continue living this wayyy
Lord Im sittin here on bended knee
My hands locked eyes shut
Askin you to watch over me no matter what
Even though I aint too well behaved
Im still a child of you
And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin through
The bad times and worse times through it all
When my head is hangin low you help me to stand tall
The only way Im a ball the only way Im a shine
Is if you lookin after me while Im out here on the grind
UNGGHH I know you bless the child that go get it
Im the product of the ghetto the flame of the city
So I talk the language of the ave
Forgive my dirty mouth please Im whippin slabs
Fifties quarters and the whole thangs
Balance on my life on the fobeam
And I need codeine just to say sane
Im steady prayin to you but
I dont know your real name
Knahmtalkinbout
But Im under the impression that
If your heart is in the right place
Your prayers gonget heard anyway
So some say Jah Jah some say Allah
Some say Jesus some say Yeshua Benta knahmalkinbout
Ay man I just look like this man knahmtalkinbout
I aint get this far bein no square man
You wanna hide somen from black folks
They say you can put it in a book
I dont believe that
Cause I done read folibraries worth of books
I got some knowledge yall need to get up on mayne
But hold a pair of hearts knahmtalkinbout
The Forty -Eight Laws of Power
Knahmsayin the art of war
The secret societies of America knahmtalkinbout
Everything aint what it look like man
And dont judge every book by its cover ya dig
Hold up
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