Ghetto Mafia Facts Of Life Lyrics

[Wicket]
I got my Viper ready to kill a nigga
Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthaf*ckin trigger,uh
This shit is real in this game you gots to pack your steel
I can remember sellin rocks on the f*ckin hill
I steady keep it cause I'm silent
Because these niggas in the street
All they thinkin about is violence
Jackin your ass for your muthaf*ckin grip son
I got my .9 package come get you some
Niggas get large or straight hoe-out
But a nigga like the wicked murder (name) will blow your brains out
Leavin your ass in the gutter
Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover
Tryin to make a f*ckin drug trade
But I'm too damn smart
That's how them wickedest nigga stay his pay
My homie died at a early age
Since he was black he never made the front page
Left a son and a pregnant wife
That's just another fact in these facts of life

[Chorus]
These are the facts of life
These are the facts of life

[Nino]
Sippin my grip just smokin on some weed
I'm thinkin about the nigga [name] rob for some keeps
My only trade is sellin dope
So f*ck a job and these muthaf*ckin white folks
My mama always fussin at me (why?)
I never had a education now I G.E.D.
Keep sayin take your ass to trick Before a craze muthaf*cka like myself wind up in a hearse
Now I'm in jail I got a bail
Them muthaf*ckas trudged me with a cell
So I did four years in the county
Listenin to these p*ssy-ass securities
Stressin me depressin they sendin me crazy
That's just a modern day slavery

[Chorus]
These are the facts of life
These are the facts of life

[Wicket]
Back at your ass with these muthaf*ckin facts of life
I pack a .9 nigga you pack a pocket knife
My younger brother's in the pen again (why that?)
Cause he was sleepin with four ki's in his f*ckin benz
Took everything the nigga owned
But before he went down he gave me love and his Herringbone
So now I'm all alone
The closest friend I got is my f*ckin chrome
I'm ready for the drama
I'm in so deep can't even go to see my own mama
And it's hard to survive
When I look at my son I see tears fall from his eyes
My little boy needs diapers
My only thoughts of income is jackin niggas with my chrome Viper
I often reminisce
Thinkin to myself how did I end up like this
But I try to live right
And everytime I tried I got f*cked by the facts of life

[Chorus: till end]
These are the facts of life
These are the facts of life