Chorus [x4]:
(Life is a bitch) It's a bitch, girl
But it's gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway
(And then you die)
Now people come from the left and the right
And they try to get up on me
Don't do so, so why they (?) to me wrong G?
You try to fool me but then you catch the backhand
Then you jump my friends so now it's on again yeah
Recognize ain't a damn thing changed
Cause I'll still be the rhymesayer, still be the mind player
I'm playin' with your mind I'm playin' with your thoughts
But now it's back to business so check out what I brought
I'm bringin' tears to emcee's eyes
When they see me rise
People think I'm pleasin', but really gettin' even
Revenge is what I come back to prove
Come back to get
Come back to move
Come back to wreck
Check me out, check the mic out
Or put it back on the block till I say its time to rock
The clock strikes four, so I guess you want some more
The clock strikes five, so now it's time to classify
Classify you on the down-low, on the down road
Now you leave the stage cause you lost all your flow
You embarrass, garish like parish
Don't start hidin', raise your head and start flyin'
Start ridin' on the funk track that we produced
Now it's time to hang loose
Life's a bitch
(Life is a bitch) It's a bitch, girl
But it's gone too far cause you know it don't matter anyway
(And then you die)
Now people come from the left and the right
And they try to get up on me
Don't do so, so why they (?) to me wrong G?
You try to fool me but then you catch the backhand
Then you jump my friends so now it's on again yeah
Recognize ain't a damn thing changed
Cause I'll still be the rhymesayer, still be the mind player
I'm playin' with your mind I'm playin' with your thoughts
But now it's back to business so check out what I brought
I'm bringin' tears to emcee's eyes
When they see me rise
People think I'm pleasin', but really gettin' even
Revenge is what I come back to prove
Come back to get
Come back to move
Come back to wreck
Check me out, check the mic out
Or put it back on the block till I say its time to rock
The clock strikes four, so I guess you want some more
The clock strikes five, so now it's time to classify
Classify you on the down-low, on the down road
Now you leave the stage cause you lost all your flow
You embarrass, garish like parish
Don't start hidin', raise your head and start flyin'
Start ridin' on the funk track that we produced
Now it's time to hang loose
Life's a bitch
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