Life Shit Unreleased by The LOX Lyrics
(Rufus Blaq & The LOX)
Is you doing the sticking, or is you getting stuck?
Is you doing the fucking, or is you getting fucked?
And that's real
(Styles P) (Hook)
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
(Jadakiss)
It's the life shit, raised in a crisis
Love is priceless, respect tightness
We out on the night shift
If it wasn't for the flow, I'd probably have to double back
Bubble crack, see my niggas floating in the bubble ac'
(Styles P)
That's logical, psychological, diabolical
Leave you in the hospital, remarkable
When you write the butter they be mocking you
Clocking you, rocking doe and jewels they think of poppin you
Think of poppin them, ask young bloods and pop and them
I be watching them, rocking them
With the butter bars, it's the LOX and them
(Jadakiss)
We touch judges and tease DA's to beat cases
And squash beef with erasers, change paces
Back and forth for bad urine, it's getting boring
Especially when I'm blowing before court in the morning
The jew lawyer, the true employer
That will destroy ya defense like the Hoyas
Linen suit with a mean goya
Who stand by my side while the bailiff screams out "court in order"
(Styles P)
Nigga, move your feet, lose your seat
We in it for the cream of wheat and everybody's gotta eat
You on the chow line, we got the last piece of meat
Getting bailed about twelve, right back up on the street
Crushed rocks on my neck, plush under my feet
I be on some life shit 'til God put me to sleep
(Chorus)
Huh, we on some life shit
Niggas on the right shift
My whole camp keep it tightness with vice grips
And I ain't going out God with the light switch
Cause when I'm gone I ain't going out like this
(Sheek)
Who me? I never wanted to be a doctor or an architect
Fuck a lawyer, since 8 I wanted to be a drug connect
With fast doe, for teen, I push the palm green Milano
Rocking top designos, hitting chicks but never loving
A Willie, what made me like this?
I feel in love with cuban icesis
Taking my pops advice, stacking doe from doing heists
Flossing bubbles, my shorty, she keep the Marquis
At the Garden drinking beer next to Spike Lee
My staff holding, we out here tryna lock it
No doubt I keep a graveyard in my fatigue pocket
Of dead presidencies, my street game is thorough
Ask the Willies in the borough, LOX getting that Deniro
For real
(Chorus)
Huh, we on some life shit
Niggas on the right shift
My whole camp keep it tightness with vice grips
And I ain't going out God with the light switch
Cause when I'm gone I ain't going out like this
(Rufus Blaq)
I know how it is, every sec you gotta show up to court
Robbing every spot you see to make child support
Eating every meal slow, cherishing every bite
Putting polish on your Nikes cause your shit ain't tight
We be running scams just to see your mom in some minks
We don't care what society thinks
And I ain't tryna do time cause prison ain't good for my health
But if I got 25, fuck hanging myself
'Nuff respect to the niggas making money however
Cause it's hard tryna live without the mozzeralla
Cheddar, cheese, that's what that be's
Certain things you need, necessities to slang ki's
Accumulate a hundred G's, keep your eyes on your stash
Cause you could miss something important from watching ass
And you ain't hitting to it, never front like you hard
Niggas will strip that ass naked, have you fucking a dog
Is you doing the sticking, or is you getting stuck?
Is you doing the fucking, or is you getting fucked?
And that's real
(Styles P) (Hook)
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
Stay off the court, stop balling, retire nigga
Is you doing the sticking, or is you getting stuck?
Is you doing the fucking, or is you getting fucked?
And that's real
(Styles P) (Hook)
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
(Jadakiss)
It's the life shit, raised in a crisis
Love is priceless, respect tightness
We out on the night shift
If it wasn't for the flow, I'd probably have to double back
Bubble crack, see my niggas floating in the bubble ac'
(Styles P)
That's logical, psychological, diabolical
Leave you in the hospital, remarkable
When you write the butter they be mocking you
Clocking you, rocking doe and jewels they think of poppin you
Think of poppin them, ask young bloods and pop and them
I be watching them, rocking them
With the butter bars, it's the LOX and them
(Jadakiss)
We touch judges and tease DA's to beat cases
And squash beef with erasers, change paces
Back and forth for bad urine, it's getting boring
Especially when I'm blowing before court in the morning
The jew lawyer, the true employer
That will destroy ya defense like the Hoyas
Linen suit with a mean goya
Who stand by my side while the bailiff screams out "court in order"
(Styles P)
Nigga, move your feet, lose your seat
We in it for the cream of wheat and everybody's gotta eat
You on the chow line, we got the last piece of meat
Getting bailed about twelve, right back up on the street
Crushed rocks on my neck, plush under my feet
I be on some life shit 'til God put me to sleep
(Chorus)
Huh, we on some life shit
Niggas on the right shift
My whole camp keep it tightness with vice grips
And I ain't going out God with the light switch
Cause when I'm gone I ain't going out like this
(Sheek)
Who me? I never wanted to be a doctor or an architect
Fuck a lawyer, since 8 I wanted to be a drug connect
With fast doe, for teen, I push the palm green Milano
Rocking top designos, hitting chicks but never loving
A Willie, what made me like this?
I feel in love with cuban icesis
Taking my pops advice, stacking doe from doing heists
Flossing bubbles, my shorty, she keep the Marquis
At the Garden drinking beer next to Spike Lee
My staff holding, we out here tryna lock it
No doubt I keep a graveyard in my fatigue pocket
Of dead presidencies, my street game is thorough
Ask the Willies in the borough, LOX getting that Deniro
For real
(Chorus)
Huh, we on some life shit
Niggas on the right shift
My whole camp keep it tightness with vice grips
And I ain't going out God with the light switch
Cause when I'm gone I ain't going out like this
(Rufus Blaq)
I know how it is, every sec you gotta show up to court
Robbing every spot you see to make child support
Eating every meal slow, cherishing every bite
Putting polish on your Nikes cause your shit ain't tight
We be running scams just to see your mom in some minks
We don't care what society thinks
And I ain't tryna do time cause prison ain't good for my health
But if I got 25, fuck hanging myself
'Nuff respect to the niggas making money however
Cause it's hard tryna live without the mozzeralla
Cheddar, cheese, that's what that be's
Certain things you need, necessities to slang ki's
Accumulate a hundred G's, keep your eyes on your stash
Cause you could miss something important from watching ass
And you ain't hitting to it, never front like you hard
Niggas will strip that ass naked, have you fucking a dog
Is you doing the sticking, or is you getting stuck?
Is you doing the fucking, or is you getting fucked?
And that's real
(Styles P) (Hook)
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
It ain't a game no more its a sport
If you ain't got heart to play then stay off da court
Stay off the court, stop balling, retire nigga