Shyheim
The Lost Generation
Life As A Shorty
[Shyheim]
(Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough)
Thug niggas bounce to this
(Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough)
Only thug niggas bounce to this, word up
I don't want no fruitcake ass, Milli Vanilli niggas bouncin to this shit right here
(Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough)
Word up, strictly hardcore only
(Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough)
Check it
Gunshots, they travel throughout my projects quickly
I stay thuggin, but pray to God that none hits me
Me and my peoples we swarm in packs
Some rap, other sell crack to get stacks of the green paper
We movemakers, Lex and Land Cruiser takers
Block vacaters, thugs that run five acres
The land flooded with dealers who kill for grams
It's the street life baby, you wouldn't understand
I've been gettin my hustle on since the age of ten
I fit alone for a while, but here I go again
Cause recreation programs they makin me no grands
So much stress on my mind I could just kill a man
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough (2x)
I never knew my old dad, when I was young he broke out
That's when my mom smoked out and I took the street route
I hung around the real gangstas, players and hustlers
I guess they liked my style a lot so they took a little nigga under the wing
Eventually I started slingin white shit
No time for school cause the hours didn't mix
I stayed up late at night, most nights I didn't even sleep
That's how I got caught off-guard and sold a dime to the beast
They offer me a 1-3 ha ha I'll do a bullet
Traded in my Guess for greens, that's how the state do it
I prove it ain't no joke to get your muthafuckin throat slit
So when you in the penile don't be actin like no beotch
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough (4x)
I'm seventeen now and eligible for parole
I see the board in a month, hopefully I'll be home
Kinda anxious, ain't seen my friends in a year
My moms OD'd and when I think about it brings tears
But I'm a young man that gotta change his lifestyle
Get a job and calm down, it ain't as easy as it sounds
I gotta have the fast money, fluck flippin burgers everyday
Up in the townhouse I get a sling in a day
Anybody in my way I'm blastin, fuck the peace
Cause it's war upon these streets, no south, west and east
All my niggas in the struggle hold your head and get the CREAM
Big guns, money and pussy be the U.S. ghetto dream
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough (6x)
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