paroles de chanson Life's a Scheme - Buddha Monk
[Intro:
buddha
monk]
There
are
eight
million
stories
In
the
naked
city,
choose
one...
Yo,
it's
time
for
a
change,
yo
All
our
babies
is
dyin
from
aids
Children
are
in
the
hospital
'Cause
their
moms
beat
them
In
broad
day
on
the
streets
We
got
to
change
y'all
That's
how
it's
goin
for
you
So
here
it
goes,
c'mon
now
[Chorus
x4:
buddha
monk]
Life's
a
scheme,
it's
all
about
the
cream
Gotta
get
over
life
and
fulfill
ya
dreams
[Buddha
monk]
I
grew
up
on
the
streets,
where
shit
was
somethin
terrible
Drug
dealers,
gun
slingers
and
fuckin
rebels
They
was
out
to
get
knees
to
feed
seeds
Takin
mad
g's,
killin
their
own
breed
Heartless
to
this
game
to
get
a
gold
chain
Never
thinkin
who
they
killed,
skin
was
the
same
It's
too
lazy
to
realize
what
you've
done
Here
lays
the
brother's
dead
victim's
son
Things
break
out
and
kids
start
fallin
When
yo'
kid
is
shot,
these
three
gods
will
start
callin
You
lost
your
foes
and
you
lost
your
soul
So
ya
hide
up
in
ya
house
'cause
ya
thinkin
it's
the
gold
Ah,
now
it's
too
late,
they
see
you
down
that
block
Aimin
at
that
head
with
two
nines,
never
glocks
So
take
up
and
take
heed
my
friend
Because
now
is
the
time,
your
life
will
now
end
'Cause...
[Chorus
x4]
[Buddha
monk]
As
I
stand
on
the
corners
with
my
friends,
drinkin
gin
Waitin
for
another
nigga
to
commit
a
sin
Ah,
there
he
goes,
just
walkin
down
the
block
Thinkin
that
he's
hot
'cause
his
glock
rock
knots
Sprayin
up
shit
'cause
he
thinks
he's
the
man
Robbin
and
stealin
from
the
niggaz
in
his
clan
He's
trife,
when
he
ignite,
he
socks
light
He
put
seven
of
my
friends
in
the
past
life
Yo,
I'm
tired
of
the
shit
that
he's
done
Let
me
call
the
gods
and
get
the
gitchy
gun
(Blaow!
blaow
blaow!
blaow!)
Light
chunks
spray
all
over
the
place
(ahhhh!)
I
seen
the
brother's
face,
put
gun
to
his
face
[Chorus
x4]
[Buddha
monk]
Yo,
next
on
the
menu,
from
here
we
continue
A
fifteen
year
old
girl
who
wants
to
feed
a
fuckin
kin
too
She
had
big
tits,
long
dress
with
slits
And
every
nigga
on
the
block
just
wanted
to
dip
But
what
they
caught
was
bad
ways
and
bad
decisions
That
was
one
thing
that
the
bitch
forgot
to
mention
Late
in
the
hall,
sex
on
the
wall
She's
havin
mad
fun,
you
catchin
clams
on
ya
balls
It
doesn't
matter
to
this
type
of
trick
'Cause
she
knew
she
burnt
niggaz,
had
a
gun
with
two
clips
She
laid
and
prayed
'cause
the
rent
wasn't
paid
Till
finally,
one
day
the
bitch
caught
the
germ
aids
Now
she
feels
that
she
shouldn't
have
done
it
To
my
fuckin
niggaz,
please
weight
ya
fuckin
garments
[Chorus
x4]
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