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pudgee tha phat bastard – inner city blues lyrics

[intro: pudgee tha phat b-st-rd & dmx]

same sh-t that happened
yeah, n-ggas be dyin’ for nothin’
that’s more bullsh-t, b-tches too, you know what i’m sayin’
b-tches be gettin’ beat up
[?] motherf-ckin’ d-ck
women be gettin’ beat up and called b-tches
drugs, all that

[hook: pudgee tha phat b-st-rd & dmx]

a-yo the world ain’t a place to live
i got a whole lotta bad vice to give
i got a lotta bullsh-t on my mind
and i think livin’ is a waste of time

check it out

[verse 1: pudgee tha phat b-st-rd]

this is how it is around my way
your gifted christmas is to live another day
the murders that happened, i hate the way tv depicts to me
stray bullets be manslaughterin’ [?] victims
welfare checks, abandoned buildings, the dramatics
derelicts, thieves, wife beaters, heroin addicts
got the kid around the block always carryin’ the nine
if you get outta line he’ll make you loose your mind
what i mean is, he ain’t tryna hear your flat talk
runnin’ over the mouth or get your thoughts on the sidewalk
that’s the way that it be in this society
these things if you was me, you’d rather die than see

[verse 2: dmx]

a-yo guess why i hit the f-ckin’ streets at night (why?)
i gots to do what i gotta do ’cause my family ain’t eatin’ right
you ain’t got nuttin’ comin’ but a real nice grave
n-ggas don’t want a d-mn thing but they lifes safe
go out for your man if you want, whatever’s clever
and both for ya’ll, go all out to the graveyard together
i ain’t bullsh-ttin’ ’cause i got sh-t to do
like drive-bys, split your crew with not one but two
glocks ’cause i hate glocks at a time for chumps
that don’t know that the money they makin’ is mine
i’m comin’ to collect like the free phone call n-gga
hit me off with pc, don’t make me take it all n-gga

[hook: pudgee tha phat b-st-rd & dmx]

a-yo the world ain’t a place to live
i got a whole lotta bad vice to give
i got a lotta bullsh-t on my mind
and i think livin’ is a waste of time for real

a-yo the world ain’t a place to live
i got a whole lotta bad vice to give
i got a lotta bullsh-t on my mind
and i think livin’ is a waste of time

[verse 3: dmx]

man, f-ckin’ stress and i can’t even sleep where i rest
so now i wear a vest but what if i don’t catch it in the chest
then i’m out like the light when the power’s gone
and there’s another tombstone the challas puttin’ flowers on
long live the dream of makin’ enough cream
where i won’t have to scheme or roll around with a team
of n-ggas i can’t trust that i might have to bust
or for somethin’, don’t know where i’m comin’ from the fuss
it’s too much to bare and every day is gettin’ worse
it got me plottin’ on my peeps and how to k!ll ’em first
thirst, there’s somethin’ to make a n-gga strive to stay alive
and i watch my own back with the black fo-five

[verse 4: pudgee tha phat b-st-rd]

babies havin’ babies when they know can’t afford ’em
the father’s believin’ when they know they can’t support ’em
and sometimes it seems like the lord’s on vacation
with the boys in blue increasin’ black population
tossin’ and turnin’, i’ll be havin’ these dreams
about my dirty rotten homies in the gangster lean
kids don’t go to cl-sses, actin’ like -sses
want money green like gr-sses, mom’s be gettin’ heat flashes
we roll thick through the projects
n-ggas be rapin’ b-tches probably ’cause they don’t get s-x
and i ain’t about to have no f-ckin’ kids
my hoe is a b-tch and this world ain’t the f-ckin’ place to live

[hook: pudgee tha phat b-st-rd & dmx]

a-yo the world ain’t a place to live
i got a whole lotta bad vice to give
i got a lotta bullsh-t on my mind
and i think livin’ is a waste of time

check it out

- pudgee tha phat bastard lyrics

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