Lyrics: Craig Conner
Music: Craig Conner
Life is but, a mere supply
(K start over)
I said to Ball: "8-Ball, popped a cop off in Liberty City"
Crazy how the streets just turn to stone
Get a gun, get a job, get a girl that looks pretty
And I bet she'll know that I'm
Full of shit, full of dope
Full of wishin' and I love to give up hope
Full of hate, full of hope
Who's your daddy? Is it ending though?
Life is but, a mere supply of a few good ****s, then you die
Life is but, a mere supply of a few good ****s, then you die
I like it when you run through the bones
I like it when you talk to the phones
I like it when say what you own
I like it when you talk to my bone
I like it when you run through the bones
I like it when you talk to the phones
I like it when say what you own
I like it when you talk to my bone
Full of shit, full of dope
Full of wishin' and I love to give up hope
Full of hate, full of hope
Who's your daddy? Is it ending though?
Life is but, a mere supply of a few good ****s, then you die
Life is but, a mere supply of a few good ****s, then you die