Life's A Scheme Lyrics - Singles - Buddha Monk

[intro: buddha monk] 

There are eight million stories 

In the naked city, choose one... 

Yo, it's time for a change, yo 

All our babies is dyin from aids 

Children are in the hospital 

'cause their moms beat them 

In broad day on the streets 

We got to change y'all 

That's how it's goin for you 

So here it goes, c'mon now 

[chorus x4: buddha monk] 

Life's a scheme, it's all about the cream 

Gotta get over life and fulfill ya dreams 

[buddha monk] 

I grew up on the streets, where shit was somethin terrible 

Drug dealers, gun slingers and fuckin rebels 

They was out to get knees to feed seeds 

Takin mad g's, killin their own breed 

Heartless to this game to get a gold chain 

Never thinkin who they killed, skin was the same 

It's too lazy to realize what you've done 

Here lays the brother's dead victim's son 

Things break out and kids start fallin 

When yo' kid is shot, these three gods will start callin 

You lost your foes and you lost your soul 

So ya hide up in ya house 'cause ya thinkin it's the gold 

Ah, now it's too late, they see you down that block 

Aimin at that head with two nines, never glocks 

So take up and take heed my friend 

Because now is the time, your life will now end 

'cause... 

[chorus x4] 

[buddha monk] 

As I stand on the corners with my friends, drinkin gin 

Waitin for another nigga to commit a sin 

Ah, there he goes, just walkin down the block 

Thinkin that he's hot 'cause his glock rock knots 

Sprayin up shit 'cause he thinks he's the man 

Robbin and stealin from the niggaz in his clan 

He's trife, when he ignite, he socks light 

He put seven of my friends in the past life 

Yo, I'm tired of the shit that he's done 

Let me call the gods and get the gitchy gun 

(blaow! blaow blaow! blaow!) 

Light chunks spray all over the place (ahhhh!) 

I seen the brother's face, put gun to his face 

[chorus x4] 

[buddha monk] 

Yo, next on the menu, from here we continue 

A fifteen year old girl who wants to feed a fuckin kin too 

She had big tits, long dress with slits 

And every nigga on the block just wanted to dip 

But what they caught was bad ways and bad decisions 

That was one thing that the bitch forgot to mention 

Late in the hall, sex on the wall 

She's havin mad fun, you catchin clams on ya balls 

It doesn't matter to this type of trick 

'cause she knew she burnt niggaz, had a gun with two clips 

She laid and prayed 'cause the rent wasn't paid 

Till finally, one day the bitch caught the germ aids 

Now she feels that she shouldn't have done it 

To my fuckin niggaz, please weight ya fuckin garments 

[chorus x4]