B.G. Knocc Out & Dresta - Life's a Puzzle lyrics

Life in the hood, (life in the hood) Life in the hood, (yeah, just like a puzzle) Life in the hood, (life in, life in the hood) Life in the hood, is just like a puzzle [dresta] Its like a jungle, sometimes When you rhyme The hood took you under n***as start to wonder Why you missin all these summers I ain't seen the streets In like five or six weeks Cos I'm back on the cell block Lookin like I'm shell shocked In and out Down south, up north I'm back back, forth and forth I can't seem to keep my black a** outta dough Cos I'm steady doin dirt Put in work for the turf I did a gang of k**in And still ain't learnt a damn thing Except how to gang bang Talk slang and shoot game And now I think I'm the mack of the century Cos I got this b**h runnin through the penatentiary But never knowin she was hoe'ing in the hood, black Till the day my homies say 'dre that b**h a hoodrat' But shoot the package on some nights And I'm alright Just another piece of the puzzle of my f**ed up life [chorus] Life in the hood is just like a puzzle (like a puzzle) If in the game, your lookin for trouble (lookin for trouble) [bg knocc out] My life is like a puzzle I thank God for everyday I'm seeing Livin in the world cos I'm bout european Bein, a young black male is like havin on Some gaseline underwear bailin through hell Cos we have no win that we can all see Ask rodney king, michael j and mike t And what about oj, I think it's a set up Pac you said it first but my n***a keep your head up They don't wanna see another black man make it And everything we get that look nice They wanna take it So make it, 187 on the po-lice I'm tired of seein n***a's get stressed And f**ed with no grease No peace, no justice Motherf** this Live bg's doin dirt outta cuttless The three strikes march It didn't help the situation All it did was increase the jail population [chorus] (life in the hood is just like a puzzle) Life in the hood is just like a puzzle [dresta] My homies is a piece to my puzzle I love they a** to d**h But the more I look around There ain't too many of us left Survival of the fittest And the strong don't survive I can count more real n***as dead than alive So n***as stop the talkin Let that bullsh** keep walkin I'm tryin to get mine So quit wasting my time And if I had a dime for everytime I met a b**h That I thought was the sh** My a** would be rich But no, I'm broke And b**hes ain't a joke n***a you better check yo b**h, talkin sh** Will get that hoe smoked, (I'm down with you baby) b**h, don't even make a n***a start Tryin to get inside my heart So she can tear my life apart I already got enough strain on my brain Than to be busy worried about some busy a** dame But game, recognise game with the dresta Fool, I thought you knew about the westside gangsta [chorus till fade]