Life's A Bitch - Feat. Az

Aiyyo, wassup wassup let's keep it real son

Count this money, yaknowhatI'msayin?

Yea yea

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

Yea yea

Cause we spendin these Jackson's

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

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

Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI'msayin?

Yo then what man, what

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

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 ly

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

Robbin 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 tomorrow

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 cabbage