Life Lyrics - Singles - Big Ed

[master p] 

You know what? 

This ghetto got me so crazy 

My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death 

Ain't this fucked up 

Big ed, tell a story of the streets 

[big ed] 

My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasnt he strapped 

Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black 

Ahh dats it, they called his momma 

Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da drama 

Her voice trembled, she was hysterical 

The bounty was a hundred g's 

For her to ante up, it would take a miracle 

Shes very spiritual 

She got on her knees and prayed to God that I would help her yo 

We'll get em back, I do anything to help my dawg 

Try to relax, I hit you back, let me make some calls 

For situations like this, 

I keep a safe full of money with 100 round clips 

I told my lady, get the cash and the mags 

No questions asked we filled it up in a duffle bag 

I through in my camoflauge fatiques 

My a-r, a hand grenade, and an ounce of weed 

Head out the front, put the bag in the truck right next to the m-1 

And the pistol grip pump 

Hit ma dawgs on the celly mercenary group of killers 

We're methodical niggas with infered triggers 

Put the lexus in reverse, and let's roll double 0 

Limo tint big body black four do' 

Meet v-90 at the diner with burt bought my bad ass hoe china 

Who smoke this dope out her vagina 

Chocolate, jet black hair , slanted eyes you shoulda seen her 

Bad ass body look, flexible like a ballarina 

Seated at a booth, three niggas with broad and bullet proofs 

Met for combat, made more calls, met up the troop 

I told em jay got snatched 

The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats 

Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's crib 

I'll be there in ten, it's time to get it how we live 

When I got there she said that the jackers know about me 

That I got cheese with the miller boys at the calliope 

Now they want two fifty, it's cool though 

It's time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front door 

Reach up my shirt and put the gat to the peep hole 

(who is it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door 

And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga 

But hold up, the plot gets thicker 

He said, jay's a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the nigga 

He's plottin on me, tryin to get richer 

He's hiding at the motel six, room two twenty 

How many hoes in this world, man nigga plenty 

Boz got this hoe named wendy, stripper slash dancer 

Red met her at chocolate sixty in atlanta 

She got a twin sister candy, boz hooked candy to jay 

Jay fell in love with the hoe and got a baby on the way 

But he's broke and busted, down and out disgusted 

Scheming on me, him and candy discussed it 

Candy told wendy, and wendy told red 

Red told me my nigga jay wants me dead 

Not my nigga, but I gotta investigate 

We drove to the motel six, seen his car, checked the liscense plate 

(yeah that's him) see what happens when you try to pack fair 

Peeped in the window, seen jay gettin rolled in the chair 

That's that hoe candy, workin it backwards 

Lookin at her titties got my dick hard like she's a private dancer 

Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his face 

Pushed the hoe off the nigga and shot his dick off his waist 

And that naked hoe candy pussy is wide open 

Jay can't believe she betrayed him, his eyes is wide open 

Jay tell me why nigga, before you die nigga 

I would have gave you some money, didn't have to lie nigga 

But I can't kill ya cause a nigga love you too much 

So v-90 shoot him in his head and throw him in his own trunk 

Watch your click (watch your click) 

Cause niggas switch when you get rich 

That tek and ski mask cause life's a bitch