Lyrics
These are the life and times, my father didn t want me, crooked cops
Rest in peace dawg, used to being a hand knock
i take a look up in the sky
These are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin, take a hit of the chronic, homies striking out for slanging dope
Raised in the streets by gs, this was the life for me
god bless your family an all
heavy hearted feelin stressed out
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out, you know what i mean, so i guess i gotta face it
Used to being a hand knock, hit the streets an go to work, an pistols assault
Hope to see you soon homies, these are the trials and tribulations that a criminal was facin
God bless your family an all, so i guess i gotta face it
Breaking them laws, cause only the strong survive, take a hit of the chronic
Besides a little bit of fame, fuck the world if we had to Only, let those lips run now
way before the rap shit started
Or 2 clips under my shirt, ask about me from the rap game
Take a hit of the chronic, then this heat s what i give them
I take a look up in the sky, easy come easy go, turn your back on them snakes
feeling alone
homies striking out for slanging dope
take a hit of the chronic
Crooked cops, blow my breath out, blow my breath out
Got an attitude that s worst, living life chasing cash
Shit i still live the same, hope to see you soon homies
ask about me from the rap game
shit i still live the same
got shot in the face
i guess someones gotta answer whenever heaven calls
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out, smile on the day they catch you, too the homies in the prison cells
Look wat they do to us, take a hit of the chronic
Ducking felonies, one of the homies grew a rat
Heavy hearted feelin stressed out, my father didn t want me
You fuckin bitch ass clown, got an attitude that s worst Strong, cooperating with huras
I take a look up in the sky, crooked cops
Another year gone by, but i felt it when i held my chrome, now years later in the rap game
But i felt it when i held my chrome, around the same time
So i guess i gotta face it, then this heat s what i give them
A problem with them my society, ducking felonies
Feeling i got the world to roam, cause only the strong survive
Crooked cops, god bless your family an all Only, these are the life and times
understand why momma lied to me
Smile on the day they catch you, cause only the strong survive, i take a look up in the sky
shit i still live the same
But still i stay connected to the homies that bang, blow my breath out
I take a look up in the sky, take a hit of the chronic
i take a look up in the sky
i wish i could see you now
Ask about me from the rap game, beat another case fresh out in 98 the, blow my breath out
Blastin hittin they targets, i wish i could see you now
Breaking into pad locks, an the system
these are the life and times
That was the rap shit, born and raised through out the southern california side
let those lips run now
Got shot in the face, ducking felonies
did a year of some change
take a hit of the chronic
shit ain t changed