This is a sequel to 2001's "Reckless Abandon", and features the band looking back on their clumsy youth fondly.
All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies
I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's +Family Ties+
'cause it'll make a family cry, why
A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved
Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved
Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes
I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate
Well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit
I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage
When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap
And they couln't get me off a kid 'cause he sold my mom's crack
In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms
Crack addiction 'cause I was way beyond that but I face facts
I got busted over the left side of my face my face back
But I had to fix that
[Chorus: x2]
Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die
My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap 'cause
My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks
My mom still here but she'll die in a few months
That's real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer
I hope y'all felling this 'cause I ain't supposed to be telling y'all this shit
Like I ain't supposed to be selling y'all this shit but this is real life
Like I ain't supposed to be crying over this shit but I still mind
Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold on
Till the hole in my 44 long
I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on
Sometimes my head gone
And I don't give my pops props 'cause he was dead wrong
Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck
The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight
It makes me want to fight but I get it off when I write
So these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes
They said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow
I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds
It gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those
Sometimes I feel like walking with a mean bout
Busting till I see cops snowing till I see slot
Throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
Till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me
I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop
Probation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed crops
So when I'm in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big L
Aaliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya
I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size
Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's +Family Ties+
'cause it'll make a family cry, why
A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved
Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved
Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes
I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate
Well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit
I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage
When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap
And they couln't get me off a kid 'cause he sold my mom's crack
In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms
Crack addiction 'cause I was way beyond that but I face facts
I got busted over the left side of my face my face back
But I had to fix that
[Chorus: x2]
Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes
It's just the way we live or die
My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap 'cause
My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks
My mom still here but she'll die in a few months
That's real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer
I hope y'all felling this 'cause I ain't supposed to be telling y'all this shit
Like I ain't supposed to be selling y'all this shit but this is real life
Like I ain't supposed to be crying over this shit but I still mind
Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold on
Till the hole in my 44 long
I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on
Sometimes my head gone
And I don't give my pops props 'cause he was dead wrong
Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck
The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight
It makes me want to fight but I get it off when I write
So these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes
They said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow
I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds
It gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those
Sometimes I feel like walking with a mean bout
Busting till I see cops snowing till I see slot
Throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
Till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me
I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop
Probation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed crops
So when I'm in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big L
Aaliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya
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Life Is Short Lyrics as written by Mel Smalls Anthony Fields
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