Too $hort (too Short) - Life Is 2009 lyrics

[Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, see I remember, how it all be-gan I used to slang dirty raps to my P.A. fans And back then, I knew you couldn't stop this flow No other MC around can go like I go I brought the new style in and the ba** it got crunker I bought me a slab and now I'm a pop trunker Do I wanna rap or swang on 4's Your brother's comin down slammin Cadillac do's People tellin me that it's just my time They know it's UGK for life and I get down for mine 14 on the mic and you never seen me play Big Dick Cheney comin straight up outta P.A Quote out the Texas, the land of the trill And f** your diamonds man these boys done put a gun to your grill It's Bun Beeda, you know that I be reppin mayne See we done said it befo', but we gon' say it agayn Life is... [Hook: Pimp C] Life is...too short, don't you agree? While I'm livin my life, don't f** with me (Life is...) too short, whippin the slab Comin down blowin sweets and hurtin hoes on the ave [Verse 2: Pimp C] I've been crushin these n***as, me and Bun B Been a legend since 1993 Gimme thirty thousand and I'll serve ya some heat I'll write your rhymes, sang the hook, and I'll make ya a beat I used to dream about this sh**, now my money is legit Ain't no mo' ridin up that ten with that sh** tryin to win I let the young whippersnapper take all the risks They'll serve a n***a dope and now it's all on a disk Keep a bad yella b**h and a thick young brown (brown) Top dropped down when I'm ridin through the town (town) Y'all call 'em trues (trues) we call 'em Vogues (Vogues) They call 'em shorties (shawty) we call 'em hoes (hoes) Y'all n***as behind still playin wit'cha nose I got two matchin Bentleys just bought me a Rolls My momma drive a BM and my gul got a Benz Watchin life through my rearview I see haters in my lens Life is... [Hook] [Verse 3: Too $hort] Life is too short, that's what I always say We wasn't homies last week so don't call me today I ain't got nuttin for you, can't loan you sh** Don't you hate when broke n***as be on yo' dick~?! I can make a lot of money, I know I can But the mo' I make, the mo' I spend Lot of cash in my pockets just to show my friends I can put it in the bank to buy fo' mo' rims For my fo' do' Benz, with the royal blue paint Sometimes you wanna quit, but you know you cain't You gotta keep hustlin or you lose it all If you choose to ball you pay your dues and fall I said f** bein broke, if I gotta sell coke I'mma rock the sh** up and raise hell with my folks I'll be posted on the block, at night I gotta get mine I'll pimp hoes and I do white collar crimes Cause life is... [Hook] [Verse 4: Bun B] Now life is to some people unbearable They tellin on they homeboys and that's terrible Was it way too much time or nothin big Cause if you tell on us, we'll be splittin your wig Now my freedom is to me my main a**et So I'mma keep it 100, and give like I get Chill at the ponderosa and smoke that good I'm tryin to get rich while I rep for the hood See everybody's got that same old dream Of big cars, bad b**hes and a mountain of cream Drive a brand new Bentley, Benzo or a Beem But ain't none of that worth tellin on yo' team It's on you homeboy, so what'chu gon' do You need to take my advice and stop snitchin fool Or you can close yo' ears, and run yo' mouth But when they catch you homeboy you'll soon find out Life is... [Hook] [Bun B] Life is... [Hook]