my life? This ain't livin' This ain't livin' Nah nah baby this ain't livin' Ah nah nah This ain't livin' This ain't livin' Nah nah baby this ain't livin
don't matter who ya are Cause once you're dead and gone, lfacin' up at stars It Ain't No Sunsine [Chorus: x2] Ain't no sunshine, Ain't no sunshine Ain't
is what I'm known for) And the funky lil brotha is who this song for Once upon a time there lived Lucky But Lucky got bucked because Lucky tried to buck me (Tried to buck
[Chorus: 2Pac and harmonizing vocals repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way
Chorus From tha Cradle to the Grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave, life ain't never been easy Living
[Chorus: 2Pac (and harmonizing vocals) repeat 2X] Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on judgment day It ain't me, I was raised this way
he slept on the game Ain't a damn thing changed, they shakin the dice Now roll em if you can't stand pain better hold em Cause ain't no tellin what ya
an early age He was so young But still a victim of the 12 gauge My memories of a corpse Mind full of sick thoughts And I ain't goin back to court So
up the ass Don't even ask Why I'm buck wild ? Don't smile don't laugh To the young G's comin up peep game Don't let the money make you change or act
them with that nigga man that nigga ain't from the West Coast Man fuck Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down rapin' ass nigga I didn't do it
't go to sleep You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep Other niggaz close they eyes Seein' dreams in they sleep But don't fall asleep [Young Buck:] I
trouble don't feed the bass drum Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum A humdrum liver in bedlam Bet your last buck, you don't laugh to this Your horse
down That's how it's goin' down Don't play wit' me, I don't have patieeeeeents My headachin', and I need my medicaaaaaaation Niggaz be hatin', they don't
to squeeze gats but you don't hear me though I love to hit the block, I love my two Glocks Love to bust shots but you don't hear me though [Young Buck] I came in this
I ain't talkin' about a fist fight, I'll cut you up Yo don't want stitches in yo grill motherfucker, then chill As a young buck, niggas always knew I