Bad Azz - n***a 4 Life lyrics

[Bad Azz] We confined to these wordly ways, it's unchanging The money makes, murder the kids, and g**nin The stock market crashed, they watchin my black a** You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices The key to the future, the devil he wanna shoot ya f** em they call us n**s I'm tryin to make a livin Do some touchin, you know I'm pretty good with the bustin Trustin nothin you can buy if your money in discretion We'll beat you and car jacks and leave you wit a concussion We the gang, we mash and blast and maintain Still the same, just f**in wit a brand new thang Bang, bang, take that, n***a 'fore we skirt out Ain't gotta say sh** already put the word out Ya heard how the thang goes down around us We playas, so haters can't clown around us On point, big fat blunts and joints And get drunk, this cold world, they ain't givin a f** About you livin let alone you livin it up n***as is stuck, I'm tryin to keep my head above water Not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter My time get the heart of my rhymes, get a n***a get better with time And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the Heartless hood, it's all good CHORUS: Snoop Dogg You's a n***a when you born, a n***a when you dyin n***a quit lyin you's a n***a for life You's a n***a when you ridin, a n***a when you sidin n***a quit tryin you's a n***a for life You can paint your face and change your nose and buy new clothes But you know what... You can't change who the f** you are You's a motherf**ing n***a for life [Goldie Loc] It's all sowed up, in the LBC b**hes breakin bread when they see the lil a** gee I keeps my finga on the trigga cuz I'm down for this bangin sh** Quick to do it for the cause b**h I smash for my dogs So don't get close to my nine Cuz if you do you in store to see your n***a do the crime Sirens goin off, n***as bowin down Now you know about to rip gut fools ready to clown n***a f** you b**hes, and you hoes and you s*uts You tricks don't know what the f**'s up On the eastside we ride, n***a 24 / 9 Tryin to keep my hands on somethin n***a at all times Ready for war now that my pockets got bigger You other fools die when I ride for my n***as Cuss, bust, and fuss and kick up dust What you laughin at n***a don't get your b**h a** rushed CHORUS [Tray Deee] As a child I was wild as f**, and down to dump And kept a sawed off brown to pump And my reputation never takin time to thank Role models, holdin bottles, as we ride and drink Livin right and plottin how to come up off the bottom Black stockings in our pockets and I pocket profits f** a school, I tuck a tool and start steppin First lesson, ain't no question, you gotta have protection Sheets on the streets showin n***as defeats And most beef don't cease 'til the trigga release Livin hard, givin scars, gettin noise from hustlin Slangin g**nin run a game in musslin Trustin nothin, sayin f** it is the slogan Everywhere we go we off the chronic and the potion ]From the ocean to the city to the valley to the bay n***as on the mission for the cabbage every day Cutthroats, gunsmoke, dope and hoes What controls n***as souls on the streets I roll Bold letters think the gangs where I bang is at Saints, Cowboys, Steelers and Raider hats Though I know we all the same no matter what we claim If you a n***a you a n***a and that ain't gon change We love Martin Luther King but respected Malcolm Cuz he didn't give a f** about the outcome CHORUS 2X