This Can’t Be Life lyrics
Geah.. whassup?Where’s all my street niggaz, project niggazReal niggaz, worldwideLet’s reflect.. e’rybody got a storyWe all ghetto be – here’s mineGeah
See I was, born in sewage, born to make bomb musicFlow tight like I was born JewishUsed the streets as a conduit – I kept armsThirty eight longs inside my mom’s BuickAt any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the newsIron cuffs, arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluidShit, I’m goin through it, mom dukes tooTears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to itMy life is gettin too wildI need to bring some sort kinda calm to itBout to lose it; voices screamin “Don’t do it!”It’s like ’93, ’94, bout the yearThat Big and Mag dropped; and “Illmatic” rockedOutta every rag drop, and the West had it lockedEverybody doin ’em, I’m still scratchin on the blockLike “Damn; I’ma be a failure”Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernaliaCops courts, and their thoughts is to derail usThree time felons in shorts with jealous thoughtsTryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellinSo they can send shots straight to your melon; wait!It gets worse, baby momma water burstBaby came out stillborn, still I gotta move onThough my heart still torn, life gone from her wombDon’t worry, if it was meant to be, it’ll be, soon
This can’t be life, this can’t be love
This can’t be right, there’s gotta be more, this can’t be usThis can’t be life, this can’t be loveThis can’t be right, there’s gotta be more, this can’t be us
Chill dogSecond oldest born, from Michelle Brown my motherHell bound, grew with two sisters and one brotherPop wasn’t around, so many stories that’s anotherI’m thinkin damn; how my older sister gon’ make me tougherWhen steel sharpens steel, I’ma keep it realI’m tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pillsDead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for realWhy’all niggaz thinkin what why’all readin in The Source is realWhat my life like, you lookin at the source, it’s realWhat your life like? Mine dog, of course it’s realPassin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin BeansCause you don’t eat swine don’t make you AminDog you know a couple suras, out the Qur’anI guess you all on your din and I ain’t on mineStop that Akki, ‘fore I send shots though your bodyMake ’em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop theeI feel the line’s drawn here, nuttin more can stop meTill them feds pick me up, or them boys pop meThere’s only three things that make Mac not act like BeansAmatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir AminMy seeds dog, gotta teach ’em that before I leave dogShit I know that I’ma see ’em when I leave dogI come back in the afterlifeLike fuck it I done touched hell twice; what’s the meanin?
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Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig’I got a phone call from one of my nigsSaid my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kidsAnd when I heard that I just broke into tearsAnd see in the second hand; you don’t really know how this isBut when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the cribSo I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad newsNow we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad’s twoPrayin for young souls to laugh at life through the starsLovin your kids just like you was oursAnd I’m hurtin for you dog; but ain’t nobody pain is like yoursI just know that heaven’ll open these doorsAnd ain’t no bright side to losin life; but you can view it like thisGod’s got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good companyWho loves all and hates not oneAnd one day you gon’ be wit your sonI could’ve rapped about my hard times on this songBut heaven knows I woulda been wrongI wouldn’ta been right, it wouldn’ta been loveIt wouldn’ta been life, it wouldn’ta been usThis can’t be life
This can’t be life, this can’t be loveThis can’t be right, there’s gotta be more, this can’t be usThis can’t be life, this can’t be loveThis can’t be right, there’s gotta be more, this can’t be us