Life`s A Bitch Lyrics

Life`s A Bitch lyrics

[AZ]	Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son

 	Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?

 [Nas]	Yea yea

 [AZ]	Aiyyo, put the Grant's over there in the safe yaknowhatI'msayin?

 [Nas]	Yea yea

 [AZ]	Cause we spendin these Jackson's

 	The Washington's go to wifey, you know how that go

 [Nas]	I'm sayin, that's what this is all about right?

 	Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?

 	Yo then what man, what?? *echoes*

 

 Verse One: AZ the Visualiza

 

 Visualizin the realism of life and actuality

 Fuck who's the baddest a person's status depends on salary

 And my mentality is, money orientated

 I'm destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it

 cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters

 But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners

 Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin

 Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition

 Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us

 Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us

 Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go

 but as long as we leavin thievin we'll be leavin with some kind of dough

 so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors

 me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers

 Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high

 Cause life's a bitch and then you die

 

 Chorus: AZ the Visualiza

 

 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high

 Cause you never know when you're gonna go

 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye

 Cause you never know when you're gonna go

 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high

 Cause you never know when you're gonna go

 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye 

 		--> chorus #1 echoes at the end

 

 Cause you never know when you're gonna go

 Life's a bitch and then you die

 		--> chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the end

 

 Verse Two: Nas

 

 I woke up early on my born day, I'm twenty years of blessing

 The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I'm fresh in

 My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it

 One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created

 Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some

 Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from

 my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain

 Don't go against the grain simple and plain

 When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard

 Droppin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards

 Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash

 and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash

 Now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with

 is rich or doin years in the hundreds

 I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tommorrow

 That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

 Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks

 I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back

 Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric

 Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cavity

 

 Chorus

 

 *Olu Dara plays trumpet until fade*