Life In The City Lyrics - Singles - Slaughterhouse

[Hook] 

Life in the city is not very pretty 

It seems like a waste of your time 

[Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] 

Trojans cause the lifestyles bust faster 

No font on no backwood, just Dutchmaster 

Fit for handing a radio on Funkmaster 

I don't come from a wack hood with a Dutch factor 

Ten speed in a black hood, that's a gun clapper 

We chop fair ones 'till someone collapsed of lung asthma 

Before this I lived a lifestyle like "fuck rappers" 

A buck trapper up after duck with the cut cracker 

Tucked up under the tongue, who want a buck half of 

That's a smiley face on your cheek, stitch 'em up laughter 

I snuffed son 'cause he walked through with a rough hatter 

Came in the store and stepped on my Timbs and made 'em scuff faster 

These niggas ain't 'bout that life, bunch of young actors 

Play the right part when you see me, say "What up Scrapper?" 

See you ain't got to like me but you will respect me 

Everytime you say you the nicest, boy, you indirect me 

Jesus Christ I'm a crisis, you a sip of Pepsi 

Little buds, little suds at the tip of a Nestle 

I toot my own horn, I'm Dizzy Gillespie 

And I reps my city correctly (YAOWA) 

[Hook] 

Life in the city is not very pretty 

It seems like a waste of your time 

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] 

One, two, my project gritty, extra far from pretty 

Staircase sloppy pissy and the lobby tipsy 

And I keep a Barbie with me looking good 

My niggas can't leave the country, I bring the country to the hood 

Let's go - my real name my rap shit, I ain't make believe 

Same nigga who got this break is still breaking knees 

I'm still playing Cee-Lo and the bank is cheese 

Eight G's I [?] better, feel that Vegas breeze? 

Product of the gutter, no father, just a mother 

Know you running, but run farther 

When you hear me say "Word to my mother" 

Your boy is extra thorough, ask my burrough 

When I'm in Brooklyn they go nuts 

You little squirrels can't buy a referral 

These niggas won't cause they can't so they don't copy 

Bitches with they best friend be yelling "Go Papi" 

Y'all niggas got these Freshmen feelin' so cocky 

But it's just a bunch of yes-men and a nobody 

Just cause you write rhymes don't mean you rhyme right 

You a light-high, don't jump and become a highlight 

Loose sight of your hind legs and live in hindsight 

Cause you niggas aight, but you ain't quite like (YAOWA) 

[Hook] 

Life in the city is not very pretty 

It seems like a waste of your time