Life`s A Bitch

[A] Aiyyo, wassup wassup let`s keep it real son<br> Count this money, yaknowhatI`msayin?<br>[N] Yea yea<br>[A] Aiyyo, put the Grant`s over there in the safe yaknowhatI`msayin?<br>[N] Yea yea<br>[A] Cause we spendin these Jackson`s<br> The Washington`s go to wifey, you know how that go<br>[N] I`m sayin, that`s what this is all about right?<br> Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes yaknowhatI`msayin?<br> Yo then what man, what?? *echoes*<br><br>[Verse One: AZ the Visualiza]<br>Visualizin the realism of life and actuality<br>Fuck who`s the baddest a person`s status depends on salary<br>And my mentality is, money orientated<br>I`m destined to live the dream for all my peeps who never made it<br>cause yeah, we were beginners in the hood as five percenters<br>But somethin must of got in us cause all of us turned to sinners<br>Now some, restin in peace and some are sittin in San Quentin<br>Others such as myself are tryin to carry on tradition<br>Keepin the schwepervesence street ghetto essence inside us<br>Cause it provides us with the proper insight to guide us<br>Even though, we know somehow we all gotta go<br>but as long as we leavin thievin we`ll be leavin with some kind of dough<br>so, and to that day we expire and turn to vapors<br>me and my capers-ll be somewhere stackin plenty papers<br>Keepin it real, packin steel, gettin high<br>Cause life`s a bitch and then you die<br><br>[Chorus: AZ the Visualiza]<br>Life`s a bitch and then you die; that`s why we get high<br>Cause you never know when you`re gonna go<br>Life`s a bitch and then you die; that`s why we puff lye<br>Cause you never know when you`re gonna go<br>Life`s a bitch and then you die; that`s why we get high<br>Cause you never know when you`re gonna go<br>Life`s a bitch and then you die; that`s why we puff lye <br> --> chorus #1 echoes at the end<br><br>Cause you never know when you`re gonna go<br>Life`s a bitch and then you die<br> --> chorus #2 includes these lines, echoes at the end<br><br>[Verse Two: Nas]<br>I woke up early on my born day, I`m twenty years of blessing<br>The essence of adolescent leaves my body now I`m fresh in<br>My physical frame is celebrated cause I made it<br>One quarter through life some God-ly like thing created<br>Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some<br>Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from<br>my skull cause it`s pain in my brain vein money maintain<br>Don`t go against the grain simple and plain<br>When I was young at this I used to do my thing hard<br>Robbin foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green cards<br>Dipped to the projects flashin my quick cash<br>and got my first piece of ass smokin blunts with hash<br>Now it`s all about cash in abundance, niggaz I used to run with<br>is rich or doin years in the hundreds<br>I switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck tomorrow<br>That buck that bought a bottle could`ve struck the lotto<br>Once I stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks<br>I cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back<br>Time is Illmatic keep static like wool fabric<br>Pack a four-matic that crack your whole cabbage<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>{*Olu Dara plays trumpet until fade*}