Beanie Siegel What Your Life Like 2 Lyrics

What Your Life Like 2 Lyrics

C'mon let's try this Guru..

 

 [Beanie Sigel]

 When I was five years old, I realized it was a road

 But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold

 I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold

 Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls

 Some men with men - stop it, whoa

 I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back

 Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+

 with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges

 They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive

 I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+

 With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm

 Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard

 Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in

 Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin

 Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards

 with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like?

 

 [Chorus]

 Can you tell me what you live like?

 Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?

 What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?

 Do you even sleep right?

 Yo, tell me what your life like

 Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?

 Gettin no kites like, no flicks like

 Make you wanna quit life

 

 [Beanie Sigel]

 Them four letters is a motherfucker

 That's forever like a motherfucker

 Without a letter from a motherfucker?

 It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker

 Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker

 Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker

 I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherfuckers

 I'm down for another joker case

 I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face

 On the block ready to POKE a face

 I got an L goin around with a smokin case?

 You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft

 I got it body half a block stolen DT vest

 My rap sheet read three D abreast

 Dangerous, duct tape daughters

 I take to the street, like a duck take to water

 Get your duck game in order

 My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Beanie Sigel]

 That's fucked up, you bout to take your longest trip

 and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit

 Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus

 Flashbacks of you back in the world

 Can't fuck now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl

 Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib

 Thinkin bout who raisin your kids

 Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib

 6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in

 Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin

 You unaware of what's goin on and

 Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman

 Told the law about the drops you make

 How your clientele first started to escalate

 Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake

 At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate

 You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit

 Put him on post with the toast that promote static

 Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station

 Fuck your back time, you worryin about what you facin

 Heart racin, situation gettin scary

 Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary

 D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st

 God damn, that gotta hurt

 

 

 [Thanks to  outkastlayzie@aol.com  for these lyrics]