paroles de chanson Life's a Bitch (Arsenal mix) - Nas
(Feat.
Az)
[Verse
One:
AZ
the
Visualiza]
Visualizin
the
realism
of
life
and
actuality
Fuck
who′s
the
baddest
a
person's
status
depends
on
salary
And
my
mentality
is,
money
orientated
I′m
destined
to
live
the
dream
for
all
my
peeps
who
never
made
it
Cause
yeah,
we
were
beginners
in
the
hood
as
five
percenters
But
somethin
must
of
got
in
us
cause
all
of
us
turned
to
sinners
Now
some,
restin
in
peace
and
some
are
sittin
in
San
Quentin
Others
such
as
myself
are
tryin
to
carry
on
tradition
Keepin
the
schwepervesence
street
ghetto
essence
inside
us
Cause
it
provides
us
with
the
proper
insight
to
guide
us
Even
though,
we
know
somehow
we
all
gotta
go
But
as
long
as
we
leavin
thievin
we'll
be
leavin
with
some
kind
of
dough
So,
and
to
that
day
we
expire
and
turn
to
vapors
Me
and
my
capers-ll
be
somewhere
stackin
plenty
papers
Keepin
it
real,
packin
steel,
gettin
high
Cause
life's
a
bitch
and
then
you
die
[Chorus:
AZ
the
Visualiza]
Life′s
a
bitch
and
then
you
die;
that′s
why
we
get
high
Cause
you
never
know
when
you're
gonna
go
(Go!)
Life′s
a
bitch
and
then
you
die;
that's
why
we
puff
lye
Cause
you
never
know
when
you′re
gonna
go
(Go!)
Life's
a
bitch
and
then
you
die;
that′s
why
we
get
high
Cause
you
never
know
when
you're
gonna
go
(Go!)
Life's
a
bitch
and
then
you
die;
that′s
why
we
puff
lye...
"Time′s
is
Illmatic"
4x
"Destined
to
live
the
dream
for
all
my
peeps
who
never
made
it"
1x
"You
gotta
get
the
ground
beneath
your
feet,
partner
Get
the
wind
behind
your
back
Go
out
in
a
blaze
of
glory
if
you've
got
to
Otherwise
you
ain′t
shit
You
might
as
well
be
dead
your
damn
self,
y'all"
[Verse
Two:
Nas]
I
woke
up
early
on
my
born
day,
I′m
twenty
years
of
blessing
The
essence
of
adolescent
leaves
my
body
now
I'm
fresh
in
My
physical
frame
is
celebrated
cause
I
made
it
One
quarter
through
life
some
God-ly
like
thing
created
Got
rhymes
365
days
annual
plus
some
Load
up
the
mic
and
bust
one,
cuss
while
I
puffs
from
My
skull
cause
it′s
pain
in
my
brain
vein
money
maintain
Don't
go
against
the
grain
simple
and
plain
When
I
was
young
at
this
I
used
to
do
my
thing
hard
Robbin'
foreigners
take
they
wallets
they
jewels
and
rip
they
green
cards
Dipped
to
the
projects
flashin
my
quick
cash
And
got
my
first
piece
of
ass
smokin
blunts
with
hash
Now
I
think
about
cash
in
abundance,
niggaz
I
used
to
run
with
Is
rich
or
doin
years
in
the
hundreds
I
switched
my
motto
--
instead
of
sayin
fuck
tomorrow
That
buck
that
bought
a
bottle
could′ve
struck
the
lotto
Once
I
stood
on
the
block,
loose
cracks
produce
stacks
I
cooked
up
and
cut
small
pieces
to
get
my
loot
back
Time′s
is
Illmatic
keep
static
like
wool
fabric
Pack
a
four-matic
that
crack
your
whole
cabbage
[Chorus]
Yeah,
you
know
the
flavor
Nas
& AZ
on
the
remix
joint
This
is
another
explosion
from
the
Arsenal
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