J.O.D. - Life A Crime (feat. Dro Pesci) Lyrics

Yea yea yea
A life a crime lead to chalk lines, kill ya stomach quicker than pork rinds
You know da deal
I'm in the game while you courtside, everyday duckin one time
You know da deal
A life a crime lead to court rooms, lawyer bills and the dark tombs
You know da deal
Everyday struggles haunt you, i know the feeling what you goin thru, so what u gon do?
I know the feeling i started with nothing on a mission nigga listen
What I'm spittin nigga I'm really living
I know the struggle for too long I know the hustle, been beefin
From the streets to sit in ghini meetings
It wasn't worth it too many friends too many hurses many churches
Plenty hurtin I'm missin every person
I wrote too many verses them coppers they keep me nervous
I know the feeling of livin everyday with no purpose
There's vodka in my thermus this glock I'm a need for certain
The shit that you pop leave you dropped and you gon need a nurse and
The fridge bare I been there, on welfare
Food stamps no health care like who the hell care
Nobody else there but wolves that smell fear its hotter than hell here
You soft and melt here
The dope coc or the pills so what u pushin on em?
Got thieves knockin on doors and strait push in on em
A life a crime lead to chalk lines, kill ya stomach quicker than pork rinds
You know da deal
I'm in the game while you courtside, everyday duckin one time
You know da deal
A life a crime lead to court rooms, lawyer bills and the dark tombs
You know da deal
Everyday struggles haunt you, I know the feeling what you goin thru, so what u gon do?
Yo what u gon do forget what you wanna prove
Boys in blue, got you calling audibles on corner moves
Dont bite off more than you can chew get ya daughter snoozed
Streets deeper than sonar too rough for snorkles duke
Too many rats in the game, it aint like back in the day
No street codes niggaz actin too lame
The squares is cool the jeans is tight
They the reason why my people not seeing the light, receiving this kite
Sneak thieve in the night with heat or a knife
Football numbers is givin to the people with white
I'm like a virgin cuz I'm keepin it tight
Too many years in a court room, and yeah I owe it all to the lord duke
Him and that Timberland box of the bail money
It start to settle in when you sleep in a cell dumy
Them moves you was fakin, but you dealin with real money
But real kingpins aint fakin they kill money
A life a crime lead to chalk lines, kill ya stomach quicker than pork rinds
You know da deal
I'm in the game while you courtside, everyday duckin one time
You know da deal
A life a crime lead to court rooms, lawyer bills and the dark tombs
You know da deal
Everyday struggles haunt you, i know the feeling what you goin thru, so what u gon do?