Charlie Marotta - Life Ain't sh** lyrics

Intro: Lil Dap Uh, this one here Is for the pimps, the hustlers and the cool n***as Hahahahahahah, Straight like that {Lil Dap} East New York, Brooklyn, my destination of birth Momdukes gave us power to walk the streets of the universe We comin from Brooklyn, fully damn armed These situations of life a' make a n***a drop off Power after power, and day to day Warrior for my n***as in the streets all day Haunted daily to our life I said "The crime don't pay" They say "The rich get rich, the poor get poor" Cuz we can walk down the block, politic all night Start to make our own tracks, for these cats to recite Recite, we'll pull your juggalo vein right out your throat Make these cats want to propate I'm holdin it down with my throat Heard me walk about it, Islamic and knowledge Shinin bright like a diamond, sittin in BK, rhymin Holdin it down, waitin for the sun to set now Look in the sky, see my man B.I.G. floatin around One day the shine so bright, livin life so right Lost my man tonight - Settin it off, aight? Check it like this, it got to go with the flow Some n***as may not understand, but you know how it go Chorus 2X: Lil Dap Because life ain't sh**, gotta work for yours Gotta hustle from the bottom just to feed the poor n***as think sh** is funny, gotta work for yours Because the rich get rich, the poor get poor Jump up and grab ya nina, cuz you got to get yours {Lil Dap} B.I. 2000 Roman numerals are stamped in our skin Now let us begin, and break it down, it's how we get in We don't know about kites, all we know about life Situations all about it, how we break it down right Chorus Life ain't sh**, gotta work for yours {Agallah} Don't ever come to BK no more Little shorties I got around me, yo they spray some more They make you pay from the door Sneakin on n***as coming outside the stores Runnin around sellin coke outta they drawers Morning, I ain't got time for talkin back I a**urted the clip in the motherf**in mack, ready to attack A lot of these cats, speakin on they do such and such And while to f** to around, get smoked like a dutch Yo, my rifle gon search and sniper MC's All the way from Blake Avenue all the way to Mercia Blazin verses up, chain robbery people cold shake Ya breath is up, kidnap your style, take a person up Never fake me for certain, pullin the curtain Runnin outside like my stomach hurtin Comin in ya 9 to 5, make ya stop merchin When I start squirtin, BK is a f**ed up place Kick ya down the staircase and cold piss in ya face Chorus 2X {Melachi The Nutcracker} Aiyo my life ain't sh**, plus my job ain't sh** My car ain't sh**, and you know b**hes ain't sh** If you wanna get my dough, you gotta work for it You gotta grab ya gun and bust for it Aiyo the Group Home is stick and we swermin like alligators Risin to the top, like project elevators Life is like a war, we gotta feed the poor The rich will get rich, but ghetto love mean more Family foundation, till you gotta love yours That's the only way to build a strong structure Cuz when it rains it pours, we opening the doors A roof over ya head is like sun galore Chorus 2X