Agallah, Group Home - Life Ain’t Shit lyrics

Uh, this one here is for the pimps
The hustlers and the cool niggas
Ha ha hahahahah, Straight like that

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 nigga drop off
Power after power, and day to day
Warrior for my niggas 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 BIG 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 niggas may not understand
But you know how it go

Because life ain't shit
Gotta work for yours
Gotta hustle from the bottom just
To feed the poor niggas think shit 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

BI 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

Life ain't shit, gotta work for yours

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 niggas coming outside the stores
Runnin around sellin coke outta they drawers
Morning, I ain't got time for talkin back
I assurted the clip in the motherfuckin mack
Ready to attack a lot of these cats
Speakin on they do such and such
And while to fuck 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 fucked up place
Kick ya down the staircase and
Cold piss in ya face

Aiyo my life ain't shit
Plus my job ain't shit my car ain't shit
And you know bitches ain't shit
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