Beanie Sigel - What Your Life Like, Pt2 lyrics

C'mon let's try this Guru.. [Beanie Sigel] When I was five years old, I realized it was a road But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls Some men with men - stop it, whoa I ain't runnin up in sh** but a broad on her back Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+ with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges They tryin to k** me at the same time keep me alive I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+ With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard Throw a crack a n***a turnin me in Tryin to crack a n***a turnin me thin Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like? [Chorus] Can you tell me what you live like? Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like? What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right? Do you even sleep right? Yo, tell me what your life like Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like? Gettin no kites like, no flicks like Make you wanna quit life [Beanie Sigel] Them four letters is a motherf**er That's forever like a motherf**er Without a letter from a motherf**er? It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherf**er Write a kite, some flicks from a motherf**er Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherf**er I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you motherf**ers I'm down for another joker case I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face On the block ready to POKE a face I got an L goin around with a smokin case? You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft I got it body half a block stolen DT vest My rap sheet read three D abreast Dangerous, duct tape daughters I take to the street, like a duck take to water Get your duck game in order My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water [Chorus] [Beanie Sigel] That's f**ed up, you bout to take your longest trip and can't do sh**, but s** it up, be strong and sh** Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus Flashbacks of you back in the world Can't f** now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl Got her a** up (k** this b**h) playin your crib Thinkin bout who raisin your kids sh** was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib 6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin You unaware of what's goin on and Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman Told the law about the drops you make How your clientele first started to escalate Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit Put him on post with the toast that promote static Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station f** your back time, you worryin about what you facin Heart racin, situation gettin scary Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary D.A. tryin to bury a n***a to Neveruary, 31st God damn, that gotta hurt