Buddha Monk - Life's A Scheme Lyrics
[intro: buddha monk]There are eight million storiesIn the ***** city, choose one...Yo, its time for a change, yoAll our babies is dyin from aidsChildren are in the hospitalCuz their moms beat themIn broad day on the streetsWe got to change yallThats how its goin for youSo here it goes, cmon now[chorus x4: buddha monk]Lifes a scheme, its all about the creamGotta get over life and fulfill ya dreams[buddha monk]I grew up on the streets, where shit was somethin terribleDrug dealers, gun slingers and *****in rebelsThey was out to get knees to feed seedsTakin mad gs, killin their own breedHeartless to this game to get a gold chainNever thinkin who they killed, skin was the sameIts too lazy to realize what youve doneHere lays the brothers dead victims sonThings break out and kids start fallinWhen yo kid is shot, these three gods will start callinYou lost your foes and you lost your soulSo ya hide up in ya house cuz ya thinkin its the goldAh, now its too late, they see you down that blockAimin at that head with two nines, never glocksSo take up and take heed my friendBecause now is the time, your life will now endCuz...[chorus x4][buddha monk]As I stand on the corners with my friends, drinkin ginWaitin for another nigga to commit a sinAh, there he goes, just walkin down the blockThinkin that hes hot cuz his glock rock knotsSprayin up shit cuz he thinks hes the manRobbin and stealin from the niggaz in his clanHes trife, when he ignite, he socks lightHe put seven of my friends in the past lifeYo, Im tired of the shit that hes doneLet me call the gods and get the gitchy gun(blaow! blaow blaow! blaow!)Light chunks spray all over the place (ahhhh!)I seen the brothers face, put gun to his face[chorus x4][buddha monk]Yo, next on the menu, from here we continueA fifteen year old girl who wants to feed a *****in kin tooShe had big tits, long dress with slitsAnd every nigga on the block just wanted to dipBut what they caught was bad ways and bad decisionsThat was one thing that the ***** forgot to mentionLate in the hall, sex on the wallShes havin mad fun, you catchin clams on ya ballsIt doesnt matter to this type of trickCuz she knew she burnt niggaz, had a gun with two clipsShe laid and prayed cuz the rent wasnt paidTill finally, one day the ***** caught the germ aidsNow she feels that she shouldnt have done itTo my *****in niggaz, please weight ya *****in garments[chorus x4]
