lirik lagu ghetto mafia - facts of life
[wicket]
i got my viper ready to kill a n-gg-
standin in my drop with my fingers on my m-th-f-ckin trigger,uh
this sh-t is real in this game you gots to pack your steel
i can remember sellin rocks on the f-ckin hill
i steady keep it cause i’m silent
because these n-gg-s in the street
all they thinkin about is violence
jackin your -ss for your m-th-f-ckin grip son
i got my .9 package come get you some
n-gg-s get large or straight hoe-out
but a n-gg- like the wicked murder (name) will blow your brains out
leavin your -ss in the gutter
everytime i look up i been approached by an undercover
tryin to make a f-ckin drug trade
but i’m too d-mn smart
that’s how them wickedest n-gg- stay his pay
my homie died at a early age
since he was black he never made the front page
left a son and a pregnant wife
that’s just another fact in these facts of life
[chorus]
these are the facts of life
these are the facts of life
[nino]
sippin my grip just smokin on some weed
i’m thinkin about the n-gg- [name] rob for some keeps
my only trade is sellin dope
so f-ck a job and these m-th-f-ckin white folks
my mama always fussin at me (why?)
i never had a education now i g.e.d.
keep sayin take your -ss to trick
before a craze m-th-f-cka like myself wind up in a he-rs-
now i’m in jail i got a bail
them m-th-f-ckas trudged me with a cell
so i did four years in the county
listenin to these p-ssy–ss securities
stressin me depressin they sendin me crazy
that’s just a modern day slavery
[chorus]
these are the facts of life
these are the facts of life
[wicket]
back at your -ss with these m-th-f-ckin facts of life
i pack a .9 n-gg- you pack a pocket knife
my younger brother’s in the pen again (why that?)
cause he was sleepin with four ki’s in his f-ckin benz
took everything the n-gg- owned
but before he went down he gave me love and his herringbone
so now i’m all alone
the closest friend i got is my f-ckin chrome
i’m ready for the drama
i’m in so deep can’t even go to see my own mama
and it’s hard to survive
when i look at my son i see tears fall from his eyes
my little boy needs diapers
my only thoughts of income is jackin n-gg-s with my chrome viper
i often reminisce
thinkin to myself how did i end up like this
but i try to live right
and everytime i tried i got f-cked by the facts of life
[chorus: till end]
these are the facts of life
these are the facts of life
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