UGK - Living This Life Lyrics
[Chorus: Pimp C singing]Lord it's so hard, living this lifeA constant struggle each and every daySome wonder why, I'd rather dieThan to continue living this wayyy[Pimp C:]Ughhhh, I don't wanna do this no mo' (no mo')But dis the only thang that I knowI keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the flo' (flo')The laws and the d-boys wanna kick in my do' (do')I'm a d-boy, didn't graduateBut I, got Ph.D from Pimp StateAnd I, got a Master's Degree in movin weightAnd my, people dependin on me but they gon' be straightUHH - I wanna go to serviceBut I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous (nervous)Cause they be lookin at me funnyWatchin the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money)I don't wanna go back to that hellRather be dead than doin life in a jail cellDie young oh well (well) I had a good life (life)They rappin 'bout it but I'm out here payin the price[Chorus][Bun B:]I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn andI give myself a - stretch up, a morning yawn andSee I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess gameMove one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me (f'real)I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin to aim it higher (higher)Watchin the lames aspire (aspire) to street success mayne (mayne)They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin water (water)You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order)Everyday it's gettin harder to ***** with the flowI'm tryin to keep, all of my mother*****in ducks in a row (row)I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a catIf you don't know, then you don't know, dat's datShit a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dimeTryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)Walkin the line like cash, I'm on my mashTwo hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash[Chorus][Bun B:]Lord I'm sittin here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shutAskin you to watch over me, no matter whatEven though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of youAnd faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin throughThe bad times and worse times, through it allWhen my head is hangin low, you help me to stand tallThe only way I'm a ball, the only way I'm a shineIs if you lookin after me while I'm out here on the grind[Pimp C:]UNGGHH~! I know you bless the child that go get itI'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the citySo I talk the language of the aveForgive my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin slabsFifties, quarters and the whole thangsBalance on my life on the fo' beamAnd I need codeine just to say saneI'm steady prayin to you but I don't know your real nameKnahmtalkinbout!But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right placeYour prayers gon' get heard anywaySo some say Jah Jah, some say AllahSome say Jesus, some say... Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinboutAy man I just look like this man, knahmtalkinboutI ain't get this far bein no square manYou wanna hide some'n from black folks, they say you can put it in a bookI don't believe thatCause I done read fo' libraries worth of booksI got some knowledge y'all need to get up on mayneBut hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinboutThe Forty-Eight Laws of Power, knahmsayin the art of warThe secret societies of America, knahmtalkinboutEverythang ain't what it look like manAnd don't judge every book by it's cover... ya dig!Hold up
