"Life's Hectic" lyrics
(feat. Inspectah Deck)
There's 8 million stories in the naked city
And everybody got they story to be told
There's no question about that
But we came here to let you know the story, about life
You know what I'm saying?
Now check this out
We're gonna do it like this
On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass ho by the name of Brown Sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearing garments
Like mink coats
'Cause she slit her pimp's throat
She's no ordinary prostitute
She got type of boots to make
Brothers come back spending mad loot
Her style's wild with the blade in her purse
Slice you twice before you feel the first
Sweatin' Madison Avenue high-class bars
Meetin' plenty of Broadway stars in fly cars
Swingin' her back to the labs that they rest at
Hittin' her off with stacks for a sex act
And all types of expensive merchandise
Diamonds, gold, whatever fit the price
Yo, she didn't need no man
She had the upperhand
Walking the ground with ten grand
Wrapped in rubber bands
Yo, for real, she was colder than blue steel
A militant bitch with a switch and high heels
But daylight strikes
Yo, the ho was out of sight quick
And that night she's back on the strip
Life is hectic
Word life, yo
Life is hectic
Yeah, yo
I know a kid by the name of Gigante
Gigante's a Teflon Don with a Diamante
Forest Green with the seats looking crazy mean
On some more rough type shit to make C.R.E.A.M
A little this, a little that
A little bit of everything
Had a little beef with Fat Cat
But it was over, my man's Range Rover got hyped
Then his piece got raped like the same night
So it took place, standing on the block selling base
And covering ground, so how that sounds
Within the midst of making C.R.E.A.M
Gigante born in Cuba but looking like Bruce Springsteen
He had papes and had mad shit
He had Claques and Muggs sticking niggas like hot bricks
But Fatman's man got hyped
It's so heavy, man
Riding the 190E with a metal pipe
Try to bug on my man, Muggs
But Muggs pulled out the 16 shot and threw two slugs
So now you read it in the New York Post
How a man got slain by an insane co-host
Gigante's rolling like a motherfucker
And Claques got a Range Rover with a chauffeur
Shit got deep in all of that, but yo, Black
Why it had to go down like that?
That life is hectic
Life is hectic
Uh, yeah
A big time slinger named Bo out of Bed-Stuy
Half of the drug blocks locked on the West-Side
With nickels and dimes selling drugs of all kind
But never seen on the street in the daytime
But when it gets dark and the clock strikes six
If you're standing on the block, you gots to face the clique
Prepare to be stuck, young buck
You want to gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to scramble
Moe had props, knots, spots, and a rep
But blowin' away all the cops
He had a piece named Alice
She was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who tried to cut throat
But yo, Bo was no new Jack
He knew that, he was marked for death
'Cause brothers had contracts
He had mad Uzis in his crib
He paid 70 G's in the boondocks in Jersey
And at his lab was the '92 Lex with the rag
He never drove 'cause he moves in cabs
He's a veteran in this art of drug peddling
No one can stop him or knock him cause he's headin' in
The direction that gets his clique filthy rich
From getting paid on a night shift
His life is hectic
And that's how you got to go at it sometimes
You know what I'm saying? (Word)
Just some more rugged rap shit to throw on your back, quick Yeah, a 1992 dedication...
And everybody got they story to be told
There's no question about that
But we came here to let you know the story, about life
You know what I'm saying?
Now check this out
We're gonna do it like this
On the shadowy midtown streets, there's a hooker
Crafty-ass ho by the name of Brown Sugar
Large as a blimp, mad miss wearing garments
Like mink coats
'Cause she slit her pimp's throat
She's no ordinary prostitute
She got type of boots to make
Brothers come back spending mad loot
Her style's wild with the blade in her purse
Slice you twice before you feel the first
Sweatin' Madison Avenue high-class bars
Meetin' plenty of Broadway stars in fly cars
Swingin' her back to the labs that they rest at
Hittin' her off with stacks for a sex act
And all types of expensive merchandise
Diamonds, gold, whatever fit the price
Yo, she didn't need no man
She had the upperhand
Walking the ground with ten grand
Wrapped in rubber bands
Yo, for real, she was colder than blue steel
A militant bitch with a switch and high heels
But daylight strikes
Yo, the ho was out of sight quick
And that night she's back on the strip
Life is hectic
Word life, yo
Life is hectic
Yeah, yo
I know a kid by the name of Gigante
Gigante's a Teflon Don with a Diamante
Forest Green with the seats looking crazy mean
On some more rough type shit to make C.R.E.A.M
A little this, a little that
A little bit of everything
Had a little beef with Fat Cat
But it was over, my man's Range Rover got hyped
Then his piece got raped like the same night
So it took place, standing on the block selling base
And covering ground, so how that sounds
Within the midst of making C.R.E.A.M
Gigante born in Cuba but looking like Bruce Springsteen
He had papes and had mad shit
He had Claques and Muggs sticking niggas like hot bricks
But Fatman's man got hyped
It's so heavy, man
Riding the 190E with a metal pipe
Try to bug on my man, Muggs
But Muggs pulled out the 16 shot and threw two slugs
So now you read it in the New York Post
How a man got slain by an insane co-host
Gigante's rolling like a motherfucker
And Claques got a Range Rover with a chauffeur
Shit got deep in all of that, but yo, Black
Why it had to go down like that?
That life is hectic
Life is hectic
Uh, yeah
A big time slinger named Bo out of Bed-Stuy
Half of the drug blocks locked on the West-Side
With nickels and dimes selling drugs of all kind
But never seen on the street in the daytime
But when it gets dark and the clock strikes six
If you're standing on the block, you gots to face the clique
Prepare to be stuck, young buck
You want to gamble?
Got to pay dues if you plan to scramble
Moe had props, knots, spots, and a rep
But blowin' away all the cops
He had a piece named Alice
She was no joke
Quick to wet a nigga who tried to cut throat
But yo, Bo was no new Jack
He knew that, he was marked for death
'Cause brothers had contracts
He had mad Uzis in his crib
He paid 70 G's in the boondocks in Jersey
And at his lab was the '92 Lex with the rag
He never drove 'cause he moves in cabs
He's a veteran in this art of drug peddling
No one can stop him or knock him cause he's headin' in
The direction that gets his clique filthy rich
From getting paid on a night shift
His life is hectic
And that's how you got to go at it sometimes
You know what I'm saying? (Word)
Just some more rugged rap shit to throw on your back, quick Yeah, a 1992 dedication...
