A-Team Is Dis My Life (featuring Joe Lyrics

{Ransom}
yo man... it's crazy...
this for them n____s man...
go in half with they man for a couple bundles n s___...
you know tryin to feed they family...
It's hard out here B...
This is for them n____s that just came home man...
Dont want to get a job B...
Can't get a job..
(Joe) Ran talk to em...

(HOOK)-Ransom
Is this my life..either ima make it or fall through the craks in the basement
Is this my life..will i spend time in a cell for them dimes that i sell
d___..is this my life..i barely can feed my d___ daughter
I think im bout to catch a man slaughter
Is this my life..this s___ too confusin at times
Swear to god think im losin my mind...

Ransom
Ya dude on his grind...still rappin..still doin his rhymes
Still plottin on doin some crimes..
Still cookin the c__e..on the blcke still pushin the dope..
Cause the street got its foot on my throat..
Some dudes cant relate..i tell myself i got plans to make..
How u failin somethin as simple as standin straight..
On ur own 2 feet but u cant escape..
Now u 40 somethin years old..a d___ disgrace..
I aint goin out like that..ima fight back..
Grab my soul from the grip of the devil and take my life back..
Just like that..u can die from nothin..
Its like god playin dice with ur life n he might c___,
he can clo... have you whippin a nice ac... (acura)
Or he can just shoot duece and you'd be right back
Poverty stricken..probably in prison..
Too many n____s gonna die in the system..

(HOOK)-Ransom
Is this my life..either ima make it or fall through the craks in the basement
Is this my life..will i spend time in a cell for them dimes that i sell
d___..is this my life..i barely can feed my d___ daughter
I think im bout to catch a man slaughter
Is this my life..this s___ too confusin at times
Swear to god think im losin my mind...

Joe Budden
Sometime..one crime..no bread..one 9..
Blue suits..sirens..oh thats one time..
Odds against me..im nick cannon in drumline..
f___ that..times is too hard for a punchline..
Cant unwind in my own confinds..still i feel confined..
And i got everybodys passion combined..
Still im undermind..theres no underline..
Just hunger and the grind..
Sacrfice winter with summer on the mind..
Aint lookin..cause i dont wanna wonder what ill find..
A little X and dip..blow and weed..
No diploma..no degree..its just me..
I stand out in a crowd..get these grams out in a drought..
No handouts..im too proud..
Prayin out loud..might end up in prison..
Wont change the way im livin' so please father forgive him..

(HOOK)-Ransom
Is this my life..either ima make it or fall through the craks in the basement
Is this my life..will i spend time in a cell for them dimes that i sell
d___..is this my life..i barely can feed my d___ daughter
I think im bout to catch a man slaughter
Is this my life..this s___ too confusin at times
Swear to god think im losin my mind...

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Bad Company Brokenhearted Lyrics
Rob Rock Judgment Day Lyrics