Never Ending Saga

Yeah... ain`t nuttin sweet in these streets...<br>Everyday it`s a never-ending saga...<br><br>[Chorus: Guru] - 2X<br>It`s a never-ending saga, the drama, the block`s hotter than lava<br>See the stress in the eyes of my mama<br>She don`t wanna hear about me gettin put in a cage<br>Still I keep so much heat, have you shook and amazed<br><br>[Guru]<br>It`s like this everyday hustle got me stifled<br>It`s like all I think about is cocking pistols and rifles<br>All I do all day is smoke weed and drink<br>Look at my icey grill in the mirror and then I spit in the sink<br>Got to flip more dough, got to pull another heist<br>May not have the biggest rep, but you could say this brother`s nice<br>Twice the cops came by my crib, askin questions<br>About some shit that happened, that nobody wants to mention<br>I`d rather take my own life then live as a snitch<br>I pray to God but sometimes, he don`t grant my wish<br>I wanna get out of here, and lace my chick with some Prada gear<br>Push a fat whip and own a big house somewhere<br>I can`t sleep, I`m thinkin about my next caper<br>I gotta figure out a way that I can make the best paper<br>I got a son, and yo I`m still mad young<br>Everyday I`m on the Ave. with my niggaz totin mad guns<br><br>[Lae-D Trigga]<br>Everyday`s a different struggle, different sets and tecs<br>Tryna make my dollars double, so who`s next to flex<br>Hollow points wet like sets, got the Ill-X connect<br>Niggaz be hatin when you takin, tryna hold ya breath<br>They wanna mold ya death and lay you where the seas rest<br>For a chain and ya watch, you bound to get yourself popped<br>Have ya brains lookin "Sloppy" like "Joe"<br>Runnin and breathin like whoa<br>This game the illest if ya know when to fold<br>Dramatic incidence, keep the witnesses, bickerin<br>Chickens is sickenin, fuckin cats that own businesses<br>Voices and visions leave a stain in my mind<br>So I explain it in rhymes<br>Bullets and slums keep this dame in her prime<br>Undercovers wanna lock me up, niggaz wanna knock me up<br>Spend my cheddar like they got me stuck<br>I change ya frame from weak to dust, after I heat ya up<br>Automatics, skee that meat and trucks<br>Livin is crazy if you got no luck, worse if you got no bucks<br>You gotta take, all you can or get fucked<br>You gotta space all ya mans and get buck<br>The hood you live in is tough<br>Feels like the whole damn world gone corrupt<br>That`s why I drink the veins, anything to ease the fuckin pain<br>Let it reign in my heart on this dirt stain, it hurt mayne<br><br>[Guru] Ghetto dreams... callin mad schemes... that`s right<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X<br><br>[Bless]<br>I heard life was a test, learned life was a mess<br>Ya blaze cess, escape stress from one day to the next<br>Right or left, in this maze that ends in death<br>I`m alive but need rest, progress in three steps<br>With every step or breath, I seem to digest so much shit<br>to get off my chest, born and restless<br>I, sit at my desk, 9 to 5 at best<br>The rest collect checks to waste on lotto bets<br>Forty bottles wet and cigarettes, adress to ad-ress<br>Places, faces with sadness, cats depressed<br>Through all the madness, I managed<br>To be blessed with a sense to know dough don`t measure success<br>Cuz even though money is power, it ain`t always respect<br>Live my life with no regrets, all these heads know the deal<br>I re-fuse to move, unless I`m doin what I feel<br>the true meaning of real, not the gat that you conceal<br>Cracks ya sell, bitches ya mack, and caps ya peel<br>Try to match my skill, attack ya grill, perhaps I will<br>Sit back and chill, you shoulda known that I`m ill...<br><br>[Chorus] - 2X