Sick & Tired Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] 

I'm sick and tired of being criticized 

I'm sick and tired of barely gettin by 

I'm sick and tired of not livin right 

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired 

I'm sick and tired of being pushed aside 

I'm sick and tired of callin folks for rides 

I'm sick and tired of this petty life 

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired 

[Big V] 

What is life what is makin it 

For peace is there a price 

Tell me if you rich you only gotta worry about more shit 

The house, the car notes, child support and kin people 

Kick doors "mo money, mo problems" that's how it goes 

[B. Stille] 

Man, I'm gettin tired of runnin and duckin, quit runnin then 

Especially when I ain't did nothin, do somethin then 

Out here in these cold streets hustlin 

Po, tryin to make this dough 'fore the police bustin in 

[Fish scales] 

And then its what it could'a been should'a been 

Find yourself outside lookin in 

Givin up feelin stuck 

Mad at the world cause you down and they gettin up 

Mad at yourself cause you know you shouldn't be given up 

[Skinny Deville] 

I'm tired and sick of bummin rides 

On top of that my nine to five 

Sucks for a couple bucks 

And change now what's the reason why 

My luck don't amount to fuck 

No matter how hard I try 

I'm stuck in the 22 now catch me when I'm sick and tired 

[Chorus] 

[Ron Clutch] 

Prophit, check this out 

I'm gettin tired of mama breakin her neck for the pay check 

They makin her sweat seem like everyday she stressed 

(I've had up to here with pussyfooters actin like we owed you something 

Lets see "you know who" like I'm supposed to throw you something) 

I'm gettin' tired of daddy puchin the clock scaring his knuckles 

He tired of the hustle he feel the pain deep in his muscles 

(seems like the media portray us against being rich 

Like we shouldn't enjoy shrimp and occasional trips) 

While my baby brother scrappin' with his baby mother 

Deep down I know he love her but he should a worn a rubber 

(I'm sick and tired of players down to do us bodily harm 

Like them country boys ain't at the range firing arms) 

And my little sister think she grown want to make on her own 

I ain't bring you in this world but you still my baby girl 

(I'm fed up when I feel like this 

MM yeaga's keep your head up we pray and kneel for this) 

[Chorus] 

[Big VI] 

Keep it real remember god don't change [unknown] 

Don't forget where you come from 

You got some money gimme some 

You different, fuck you 

Man I got your first tape 

You always gonna be Vito to me 

So now get out my face 

[Fish Scales] 

I know what you mean dog 

Tired of people who complain always bout the same thing 

First you learn to maintain after that create a change 

See we gettin up and gettin out 

Playa what you jokin and you kiddin bout 

Change is what we gettin out 

[Skinny Deville] 

What they say I ain't thinkin bout 

All day and night I struggle hustle 

Just to pay the dues 

Now I gotta keep the lights on 

Ain't got no time for lazy snooze 

Damn man, who made these rules 

What think about they amused 

I'm sick and tired but I can't stop 

No matter if they say I lose 

[B. Stille] 

My wife is curious about how much she can get me on her life insurance 

But still was bummin no problem that's life was purious 

"Mo money, Mo Problems" that's right Notorious 

[Chorus until fade]