Lyric Living That Life
[Master P]
Damn, these niggas ain t come with that shit there man
Check this out
[Master P]
See I m a G on the grind 24/7
Don t give a damn if I don t go to heaven
Us G s live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat
[Silkk]
Cause nobody ever gave me nothin but a hard time
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[Master P]
So I m crazy, drive by Miss Daisy
Sellin dope to all these motherfuckers and killin babies
I know it s sad but I gotta pay the bills
Who gives a fuck about me Jack or Jill
[Silkk]
You know what P, man you right
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life
[Master P]
And the P won t change
Call me Mr. Rogers or the neighbor dope-man
Still hustlin hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama s bad boy, tryin to run that ant hill
Some bad cards been dealt
My auntie Marie told my mamma that i ll probably get my cap peeled
And I don t give a fuck
Still tryin to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck
Chorus: TRU
Cause I m a hustla, that s what hustlas do
Listen baby why you wanna live that life
Cause I m a hustla, that s what hustlas do
Listen baby you know you ain t livin right
Cause I m a hustla, that s what hustlas do
Listen baby
[Master P]
Silkk kick some shit
[Silkk]
I ll be glad to
[Master P]
Fool, why you live like you live
[Silkk]
Cause I have to
When I be leavin the house, I be lyin to my chick
Tell her i ll be home, cause I don t want that cryin shit
I wish I could tell her everything would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, i ll be home that night
And when she hear shots she page me
Havin nightmares that a nigga s pushin up daisies
Because i m hangin with these killas
She s always tellin me not to hang with my TRU niggas
Chorus
[Master P]
Young brother in the hood lose his life
Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life
Blame it on this rap shit that I spit
What about these hoovies or this fucked up government
You didn t blame Bush when he bombed Iraq
Or Noreaga when he ??? for sellin that crack
And it s sad to see a mother cry
It took the beatin of Rodney King
Hit three-million dollars to realize
That life in the ghetto ain t shit
And OJ wouldn t be on trial if it wasn t a white bitch
I just kick the real, alot of people don t know the deal
They wanted to beat Tyson and Tupac before that went to jail
And it s sad to see this happen
Stars like Michael Jackson on trial now what s really happenin
And ??? must be a joke
Anita Hille, Clarence Thomas now what s up folks
And no role models to look up to
That s why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and blue
A bastard child without a father figure
I m not Spice 1, but just another young nigga
Tryin to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave
Chorus
Why you wanna live that life, I m missing you baby
You know you ain t livin right
It ain t No Limit to these TRU niggas hustling
Why you wanna live that life, I m missing you baby
You know you ain t livin right
No-no-no-no-no-no-no
Damn, these niggas ain t come with that shit there man
Check this out
[Master P]
See I m a G on the grind 24/7
Don t give a damn if I don t go to heaven
Us G s live bad on the street
I gotta hustle hard cause a nigga gotta eat
[Silkk]
Cause nobody ever gave me nothin but a hard time
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[Master P]
So I m crazy, drive by Miss Daisy
Sellin dope to all these motherfuckers and killin babies
I know it s sad but I gotta pay the bills
Who gives a fuck about me Jack or Jill
[Silkk]
You know what P, man you right
Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life
[Master P]
And the P won t change
Call me Mr. Rogers or the neighbor dope-man
Still hustlin hard, in-and-out of jail
Mama s bad boy, tryin to run that ant hill
Some bad cards been dealt
My auntie Marie told my mamma that i ll probably get my cap peeled
And I don t give a fuck
Still tryin to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck
Chorus: TRU
Cause I m a hustla, that s what hustlas do
Listen baby why you wanna live that life
Cause I m a hustla, that s what hustlas do
Listen baby you know you ain t livin right
Cause I m a hustla, that s what hustlas do
Listen baby
[Master P]
Silkk kick some shit
[Silkk]
I ll be glad to
[Master P]
Fool, why you live like you live
[Silkk]
Cause I have to
When I be leavin the house, I be lyin to my chick
Tell her i ll be home, cause I don t want that cryin shit
I wish I could tell her everything would be alright
But if the man let me make it tomorrow, i ll be home that night
And when she hear shots she page me
Havin nightmares that a nigga s pushin up daisies
Because i m hangin with these killas
She s always tellin me not to hang with my TRU niggas
Chorus
[Master P]
Young brother in the hood lose his life
Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life
Blame it on this rap shit that I spit
What about these hoovies or this fucked up government
You didn t blame Bush when he bombed Iraq
Or Noreaga when he ??? for sellin that crack
And it s sad to see a mother cry
It took the beatin of Rodney King
Hit three-million dollars to realize
That life in the ghetto ain t shit
And OJ wouldn t be on trial if it wasn t a white bitch
I just kick the real, alot of people don t know the deal
They wanted to beat Tyson and Tupac before that went to jail
And it s sad to see this happen
Stars like Michael Jackson on trial now what s really happenin
And ??? must be a joke
Anita Hille, Clarence Thomas now what s up folks
And no role models to look up to
That s why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and blue
A bastard child without a father figure
I m not Spice 1, but just another young nigga
Tryin to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread
Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave
Chorus
Why you wanna live that life, I m missing you baby
You know you ain t livin right
It ain t No Limit to these TRU niggas hustling
Why you wanna live that life, I m missing you baby
You know you ain t livin right
No-no-no-no-no-no-no
