Ba** Brothers - If I Had lyrics

[Intro] "Life," by Marshall Mathers What is life? Life is like a big obstacle Put in front of your optical to slow you down And every time you think you've gotten past it It's gonna come back around And tackle you to the damn ground What are friends? Friends are people that you think are your friends But they're really your enemies, with secret identities And disguises to hide their true colors So just when you think you're close enough to be brothers They wanna come back And cut your throat when you ain't lookin' What is money? Money is what makes a man act funny Money is the root of all evil Money'll make them same friends come back around Swearin' that they was always down What is life? I'm tired of life [Verse 1] I'm tired of backstabbin'-a** snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of committin' so many sins Tired of always givin' in when this bottle of Henny wins Tired of never havin' any ends Tired of havin' skinny friends Hooked on crack and Mini Thins I'm tired of this DJ playin' your sh** when he spins Tired of not havin' a deal; tired of havin' to deal With the bullsh** without grabbin' the steel Tired of drownin' in my sorrow Tired of havin' to borrow A dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo I'm tired of motherf**ers sprayin' sh** and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at $5.50 an hour Then this boss wonders why I'm smartin' off I'm tired of bein' fired every time I fart and cough Tired of havin' to work as a gas station clerk For this jerk, breathin' down my neck, drivin' me berserk I'm tired of usin' plastic silverware Tired of workin' at Builder's Square Tired of not bein' a millionaire [Hook] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world s** my dick without a condom on While I'm on the john If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough Because I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks If I had one wish, I would ask For a big enough a** for the whole world to kiss [Verse 2] I'm tired of bein' white trash, broke and always poor Tired of takin' pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not havin' a phone Tired of not havin' a home to have one in if I did have one on Tired of not drivin' a BM Tired of not workin' at GM, tired of wantin' to be him Tired of not sleepin' without a Tylenol PM Tired of not performin' in a packed coliseum Tired of not bein' on tour Tired of f**in' the same blonde who*e After work, in the back of a Contour I'm tired of fakin' knots with a stack of ones Havin' a lack of funds and resortin' back to guns Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat Tired of steppin' in clubs, wearin' the same pair of Lugz Tired of people sayin' they're tired Of hearin' me rap about d** Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin' half the sk** as me Sayin' they wasn't feelin' me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me" And I'm tired of radio stations tellin' fibs Tired of JLB sayin', "where hip-hop lives" [Hook] But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a damn brewery and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand I'd make the world s** my dick without a condom on While I'm on the john If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough Because I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks If I had one wish, I would ask For a big enough a** for the whole world to kiss [Outro] You know what I'm sayin'? I'm tired of all of this bullsh**, tellin' me to be positive How am I 'posed to be positive when I don't see sh** positive? You know what I'm sayin'? I rap about sh** around me, sh** I see You know what I'm sayin'? And right now, I'm tired of everything Tired of all this player-hatin' that's goin' on in my own city Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But hey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin'? I'm just fed up, that's my word