Bg Knocc Out & Dresta - Life's A Puzzle Lyrics
Life in the hood, (life in the hood)Life in the hood, (yeah, just like a puzzle)Life in the hood, (life in, life in the hood)Life in the hood, is just like a puzzle[dresta]Its like a jungle, sometimesWhen you rhymeThe hood took you underNiggas start to wonderWhy you missin all these summersI aint seen the streetsIn like five or six weeksCos Im back on the cell blockLookin like Im shell shockedIn and outDown south, up northIm back back, forth and forthI cant seem to keep my black ass outta doughCos Im steady doin dirtPut in work for the turfI did a gang of killinAnd still aint learnt a damn thingExcept how to gang bangTalk slang and shoot gameAnd now I think Im the mack of the centuryCos I got this ***** runnin through the penatentiaryBut never knowin she was hoeing in the hood, blackTill the day my homies say dre that ***** a hoodratBut shoot the package on some nightsAnd Im alrightJust another piece of the puzzle of my *****ed up life[chorus]Life in the hood is just like a puzzle (like a puzzle)If in the game, your lookin for trouble (lookin for trouble)[bg knocc out]My life is like a puzzleI thank God for everyday Im seeingLivin in the world cos Im bout europeanBein, a young black male is like havin onSome gaseline underwear bailin through hellCos we have no win that we can all seeAsk rodney king, michael j and mike tAnd what about oj, I think its a set upPac you said it first but my nigga keep your head upThey dont wanna see another black man make itAnd everything we get that look niceThey wanna take itSo make it, 187 on the po-liceIm tired of seein niggas get stressedAnd *****ed with no greaseNo peace, no justiceMother***** thisLive bgs doin dirt outta cuttlessThe three strikes marchIt didnt help the situationAll it did was increase the jail population[chorus](life in the hood is just like a puzzle)Life in the hood is just like a puzzle[dresta]My homies is a piece to my puzzleI love they ass to deathBut the more I look aroundThere aint too many of us leftSurvival of the fittestAnd the strong dont surviveI can count more real niggas dead than aliveSo niggas stop the talkinLet that bullshit keep walkinIm tryin to get mineSo quit wasting my timeAnd if I had a dime for everytime I met a *****That I thought was the shitMy ass would be richBut no, Im brokeAnd *****es aint a jokeNigga you better check yo *****, talkin shitWill get that hoe smoked, (Im down with you baby)*****, dont even make a nigga startTryin to get inside my heartSo she can tear my life apartI already got enough strain on my brainThan to be busy worried about some busy ass dameBut game, recognise game with the drestaFool, I thought you knew about the westside gangsta[chorus till fade]
