Living That Life-TRU/Master p/Silkk The Shocker

Living That Life (feat. Master P and Silkk The Shocker) - TRU [master p] Damn, these niggas ain't come with that sh*t there man Check this out [master p] See I'm a g on the grind 24/7 Don't give a damn if I don't go to heaven Us g's live bad on the street I gotta hustle hard cause a ni**a gotta eat [silkk] Cause nobody ever gave me nothin' but a hard time Two strikes on my record and a scared mind [master p] So I'm crazy, drive by miss daisy Sellin' d**e to all these motherf**kers and killin' babies I know it's sad but I gotta pay the bills Who gives a f**k about me jack or jill [silkk] You know what p, man you right Cause if I live to see twenty-one, well I lived a long-life [master p] And the p won't change Call me mr. rogers or the neighbor d**e-man Still hustlin' hard, in-and-out of jail Mama's bad boy, tryin' to run that ant hill Some bad cards been dealt My auntie marie told my mamma that I'll probably get my cap peeled And I don't give a f**k Still tryin' to make a dollar fifteen cent out that ice cream truck Chorus: tru Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do Listen baby why you wanna live that life Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do Listen baby you know you ain't livin' right Cause I'm a hustla, that's what hustlas do Listen baby [master p] Silkk kick some sh*t [silkk] I'll be glad to [master p] Fool, why you live like you live [silkk] Cause I have to When I be leavin' the house, I be lyin' to my chick Tell her I'll be home, cause I don't want that cryin' sh*t I wish I could tell her everything would be alright But if the man let me make it tomorrow, I'll be home that night And when she hear shots she page me Havin' nightmares that a ni**a's pushin' up daisies Because I'm hangin' with these killas She's always tellin' me not to hang with my tru niggas Chorus [master p] Young brother in the hood lose his life Who gives a damn, just another ghetto life Blame it on this rap sh*t that I spit What about these hoovies or this f**ked up government You didn't blame bush when he bombed iraq Or noreaga when he ? ? ? for sellin' that crack And it's sad to see a mother cry It took the beatin' of rodney king Hit three-million dollars to realize That life in the ghetto ain't sh*t And oj wouldn't be on trial if it wasn't a white b**ch I just kick the real, a lot of people don't know the deal They wanted to beat tyson and tupac before that went to jail And it's sad to see this happen Stars like michael jackson on trial now what's really happenin' And ? ? ? must be a joke Anita hille, clarence thomas now what's up folks And no role models to look up to That's why niggas form gangs and die for colors like red and blue A bastard child without a father figure I'm not spice 1, but just another young ni**a Tryin' to hustle on the grind, make a loaf of bread Even though these penetentiary chances gonna take me to my grave Chorus Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby You know you ain't livin' right It ain't no limit to these tru niggas hustling Why you wanna live that life, I'm missing you baby You know you ain't livin' right No-no-no-no-no-no-no