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LyricsPump It UpgivethefingerLife is UnfairMusiclyrics|
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Artist: Woodhaven Boys Dirty South Records Producer: Jameson Parker Typed by: Jameson Parker Life is unfair, Thats the way it is But if you thinks thats bad, Try livin in show biz Do you think its easy, being in my position Hatas out there tryin to kill us, and thats they only mission We just trying to make living, Doing what we got to do Put yourself in our shoes, What should we do if we were you This stuff ain't easy as it seem, and Please believe me A group of hatas can be mean, and they out there tryin to get me I don't won't to look scary, but thats the way it is Hatas take what they want, but hell they never give This the story from a playa, who trying to stay alive I would play by the rules, but non-exist to abide by Now Whatch yo back Keep on track If they do you wrong Don't try to fight back I'm not sayin to be stupid But boy you know what I mean If they wanna get roudy Then wipe they plate clean Try not to leave brother bleedin, Unless thats his intention Trying to save yo life, You end up in the penitition And man I hate mention, but life goes on When ya gone, and in the ghetto You feel the tension, soon as you leave home And when its time to run, you better pick up your legs Unless you want the heat, to pump yo a** full of lead And no one knows youre dead, but nobody cares And most of these brothers glad, to have you out their hair See thats why I tell my homies, to watch they back And run inside when you see the creepin big body lac Don't be to slow when you do, you could get shot in the back I watch mine, now watch yours, brother watch your back Chorus They do wrong, you do right, they go home, you get life Thats how it is, so don't complain, It takes more than one to make a change But that dont mean you cant do nothin, to make things different Prayer itself, can make life, a whole lot more splinded So don't give up, all we got to do is work together Stop the black on black crime, why we call each other ngas If it was the white man talkin, we'd be ready to kill Now its just everyday word, we call each other for thrills We must reunite, and watch out for each other Hatas go for one kill, then they go for another Be careful not to get caught up, cause you could be next on they list To avoid your problems, pay attention to this Chorus x 2 |
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