The B.U.M.s - Lyfe 'N' Tyme lyrics

"Life was given to us just to do the right thing Instead of that became an old bum and big dope fiend" [Verse One] [D-Wyze] Check out my issues It's mad flavor that you savor for word life On the streets you must be precise (Watch out) The essence of the concrete jungle (Uh huh) Where cash money is made by the bundle (What's up kid?) Check out this kid with the fresh new gear Sportin' a phat Yukon but won't make it through the year Thinkin' his life is bullet proof Glocks are fully loaded, have his a** off the roof Or pa** through loot, but things change for the better (What?!) Your punk knocks, just to get your sh** together (Say what?) Brothers surpa** so many turfs for what it's worth (Why?) There's top dollar bills on this planet Earth Me, myself & I choose to format right And survive through the city nights Old man's pops his son on the ave for slangin' yac Bang! He ain't comin' back Many, levels of bull, take your order n***as ain't frontin' They leave your dead a** on the corner For what it's worth, I needs to go get mine Find a fat sack and I'll be fine Pumpin' my n***as, instant d**h when you hear me Bonafied to rhyme live all through this whole city No need to hop The B.U.M.s will keep you on nod I represent Cali and that sh** ain't odd For my peeps locked down, you keep a smile not a frown You know me? I know you too from Sherman's old school ground Peace, see ya later I think I left my mark Oakland's my one true love, but yo it's gettin' dark [Hook] This goes out to all the hustlers that's out to get yours On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players That's down to keep it live [Verse Two] [Mystic] It's Mystic on the mic representin' the west Plus representin' the craft, womanhood at it's best Yo simply 20 years young, with the, gifted tongue Leave n***as, supremely sprung when my sh** gets swung One in a million ways to die When caught up in the rapture of an unequivocal sister My nature is of capture Laughter, as the mask cascades Down my Lyrical blade I don't need to be saved Can't trade, the life is rough enough to cuff a sister in chains So I be Keyed on the regular, just to keep me sane It's straining me Staining me Brothers be like, "Damn you so cold" They never fail to feel the pain in me Dangerously Close to the edge Lord have mercy What a tangled web Still my n***as say that it will be fine Just let your light shine Let your light shine Divine Across the nation Matter of fact, f** that I got worldly expectations So don't bother business up my mental with stress Signin' off with finesse The rude gal from the west [Hook] [x2] This goes out to all the hustlers that's out to get yours On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players That's down to keep it live [Verse Three] [E-Vocalist] Fakin' the style is a flagrant foul, let's chill for awhile But any in it comes back someway somehow Playin' both sides like a double edged knife That'll get you squashed like a bug on the windshield of life This goes out to all the 70's kids who didn't die from S.I.D.S Only to spend a lifetime doin' bids Some, wither away on the street corner gamblin' But I be stackin' loot for my daughter to hit Gramblin Never claim to be the baddest brother but I murder on the flow Keep my financial, status on the down low So b**hes don't know if I'm broke or clockin' doe Livin' small with large dreams was my theme for '94 Raps my life without my child and wife I couldn't go the distance So f** welfare and general a**istance f** 5-0 and gettin' scared from hoppin' fences And f** them motherf**ers that's threatened by my existence My mental provides strength to make the weak shiver A full time black man, part time n***a [Hook] This goes out to all the hustlers that's out to get yours On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players That's down to keep it live "Ain't it good"