"What Your Life Like 2" lyrics

C'mon, let's try this Guru

When I was five years old, I realized it was a road
But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold
I seen a long cell block, the box, the hole
Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls
Some men with men - stop it, whoa
I ain't runnin' up in shit but a broad or a bank
Tryin' to cop a small hammer, move out like Shawshank
With Redemptions, I got my mind on revenges
They tryin' to kill me at the same time keep me alive
I'm movin' out like Adebisi on Oz
With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm
Posted up in the yard, every day I think of pokin' the guard
Throw a crack a nigga turnin' me in
Tryin' to crack a nigga, turnin' me thin
Food soakin' in lard, news fools get opened in cards
For deputy drapes, in this prison life, what you livin' like?

Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?
What's livin' in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin' no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life

Them four letters is a motherfucker
That's forever like a motherfucker
Without a letter from a motherfucker?
It ain't even 'bout the cheddar from a motherfucker
Write a kite, some flicks from a motherfucker
Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a motherfucker
I can't believe I'm doin' this bid for you motherfuckers
I'm down for another joker case
I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face
On the block ready to poke a face
I got an L goin' around with a smokin' case?
You steal the deodorant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft
I got it body half a block stolen DT vest
My rap sheet read three deep breaths
Dangerous, duct tape daughters
I take to the street, like a duck take to water
Get your duck game in order
My bust game in order, I fluff 'caine with water

Can you tell me what you live like?
Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like?
What's livin' in hell like? Tell me do you eat right?
Do you even sleep right?
Yo, tell me what your life like
Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like?
Gettin' no kites like, no flicks like
Make you wanna quit life

That's fucked up, you 'bout to take your longest trip
And can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit
Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus
Flashbacks of you back in the world
Can't fuck now you thinkin' 'bout who in back of your girl
Got her ass up (kill this bitch), playin' your crib
Thinkin' 'bout who raisin your kids
Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib
6:30 in the mornin', they kick your door in
Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin'
You unaware of what's goin' on and
Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned informant
Told the law about the drops you make
How your clientele first started to escalate
Givin' him keys to your crib, was your next mistake
At that dinner table, breakin' out that extra plate
You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit
Put him on post with the toast that promote static
Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station
Fuck your back time, you worryin' about what you facin'
Heart racin', situation gettin' scary
Old clients are showin' up, at the preliminary
D.A. tryin' to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st
Goddamn, that gotta hurt