Living This Life Lyrics - Ugk

Chorus: Pimp C singing] 

Lord it's so hard, living this life 

A constant struggle each and every day 

Some wonder why, I'd rather die 

Than to continue living this wayyy 

[Pimp C:] 

Ughhhh, I don't wanna do this no mo' (no mo') 

But dis the only thang that I know 

I keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the flo' (flo') 

The laws and the d-boys wanna kick in my do' (do') 

I'm a d-boy, didn't graduate 

But I, got Ph.D from Pimp State 

And I, got a Master's Degree in movin weight 

And my, people dependin on me but they gon' be straight 

UHH - I wanna go to service 

But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous (nervous) 

Cause they be lookin at me funny 

Watchin the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money) 

I don't wanna go back to that hell 

Rather be dead than doin life in a jail cell 

Die young oh well (well) I had a good life (life) 

They rappin 'bout it but I'm out here payin the price 

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[Chorus] 

[Bun B:] 

I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn and 

I give myself a - stretch up, a morning yawn and 

See I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game 

Move one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me (f'real) 

I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin to aim it higher (higher) 

Watchin the lames aspire (aspire) to street success mayne (mayne) 

They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin water (water) 

You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order) 

Everyday it's gettin harder to fuck with the flow 

I'm tryin to keep, all of my motherfuckin ducks in a row (row) 

I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat 

If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat 

Shit a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime 

Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind) 

Walkin the line like cash, I'm on my mash 

Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash 

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[Chorus] 

[Bun B:] 

Lord I'm sittin here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut 

Askin you to watch over me, no matter what 

Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of you 

And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin through 

The bad times and worse times, through it all 

When my head is hangin low, you help me to stand tall 

The only way I'm a ball, the only way I'm a shine 

Is if you lookin after me while I'm out here on the grind 

[Pimp C:] 

UNGGHH~! I know you bless the child that go get it 

I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city 

So I talk the language of the ave 

Forgive my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin slabs 

Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs 

Balance on my life on the fo' beam 

And I need codeine just to say sane 

I'm steady prayin to you but I don't know your real name 

Knahmtalkinbout! 

But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place 

Your prayers gon' get heard anyway 

So some say Jah Jah, some say Allah 

Some say Jesus, some say... Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout 

Ay man I just look like this man, knahmtalkinbout 

I ain't get this far bein no square man 

You wanna hide some'n from black folks, they say you can put it in a book 

I don't believe that 

Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books 

I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on mayne 

But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout 

For they laws and power, knahmsayin the art of war 

The secret societies of America, knahmtalkinbout 

Everythang ain't what it look like man 

And don't judge every book by it's cover... ya dig! 

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