Текст песни This Can't Be Life - Beanie Sigel , Jay-Z
Geah.
whassup?
Where's
all
my
street
niggaz,
project
niggaz
Real
niggaz,
worldwide
Let's
reflect.
e'rybody
got
a
story
We
all
ghetto
B
- here's
mine
Geah
See
I
was
--
born
in
sewage,
born
to
make
bomb
music
Flow
tight
like
I
was
born
Jewish
Used
the
streets
as
a
conduit
- I
kept
arms
38
longs
inside
my
mom's
Buick
At
any
given
moment
Shawn
could
lose
it,
be
on
the
news
Iron
cuffs
- arms
through
it;
or
stuffed
with
embalmin
fluid
Shit,
I'm
goin
through
it
- mom
dukes
too
Tears
streamin
down
her
pretty
face,
she
got
her
palms
to
it
My
life
is
gettin
too
wild
I
need
to
bring
some
sort
kinda
calm
to
it
Bout
to
lose
it;
voices
screamin
"Don't
do
it!"
It's
like
'93,
'94,
bout
the
year
that
Big
and
Mag
dropped;
and
"Illmatic"
rocked
outta
every
rag
drop,
and
the
West
had
it
locked
Everybody
doin
'em,
I'm
still
scratchin
on
the
block
like
"Damn;
I'ma
be
a
failure"
Surrounded
by
thugs,
drugs,
and
drug
- paraphenalia
Cops
courts,
and
their
thoughts
is
to
derail
us
Three
time
felons
in
shorts
with
jealous
thoughts
Tryin
figure
where
your
mail
is,
guesstimate
the
weight
you
sellin
So
they
can
send
shots
straight
to
your
melon;
wait!
It
gets
worse,
baby
momma
water
burst
Baby
came
out
stillborn,
still
I
gotta
move
on
Though
my
heart
still
torn,
life
gone
from
her
womb
Don't
worry,
if
it
was
meant
to
be,
it'll
be
--
soon
This
can't
be
life,
this
can't
be
love
This
can't
be
right,
there's
gotta
be
more,
this
can't
be
us
This
can't
be
life,
this
can't
be
love
This
can't
be
right,
there's
gotta
be
more,
this
can't
be
us
Chill
dog
Second
oldest
born,
from
Michelle
Brown
my
mother
Hell
bound,
grew
with
two
sisters
and
one
brother
Pop
wasn't
around,
so
many
stories
that's
another
I'm
thinkin
damn;
how
my
older
sister
gon'
make
me
tougher
When
steel
sharpens
steel,
I'ma
keep
it
real
I'm
tired
of
tryin
to
hide
my
pain
behind
the
syrups
and
pills
Dead
to
the
world,
stretched
out
like
a
corpse
for
real
Y'all
niggaz
thinkin
what
y'all
readin
in
The
Source
is
real
What
my
life
like,
you
lookin
at
the
source,
it's
real
What
your
life
like?
Mine
dog,
of
course
it's
real
Passin
judgment,
you
niggaz
second-guessin
Beans
Cause
you
don't
eat
swine
don't
make
you
Amin
Dog
you
know
a
couple
suras,
out
the
Qur'an
I
guess
you
all
on
your
din
and
I
ain't
on
mine
Stop
that
Akki,
'fore
I
send
shots
though
your
body
Make
'em
feel
feel
hell
on
earth
before
Allah
drop
thee
I
feel
the
line's
drawn
here,
nuttin
more
can
stop
me
Till
them
feds
pick
me
up,
or
them
boys
pop
me
There's
only
three
things
that
make
Mac
not
act
like
Beans
Amatullah
Tisha,
Po
Aldin,
Samir
Amin
My
seeds
dog,
gotta
teach
'em
that
before
I
leave
dog
Shit
I
know
that
I'ma
see
'em
when
I
leave
dog
I
come
back
in
the
afterlife
Like
fuck
it
I
done
touched
hell
twice;
what's
the
meanin?
Yeah.
uhh.
Now
as
I
walk
into
the
studio,
to
do
this
with
Jig'
I
got
a
phone
call
from
one
of
my
nigs
Said
my
homeboy
Reek,
he
just
lost
one
of
his
kids
And
when
I
heard
that
I
just
broke
into
tears
And
see
in
the
second
hand;
you
don't
really
know
how
this
is
But
when
it
hits
that
close
to
home
you
feel
the
pain
at
the
crib
So
I
called
mine,
and
saddened
my
wife
with
the
bad
news
Now
we
both
depressed,
countin
our
blessings
cause
Brad's
two
Prayin
for
young
souls
to
laugh
atlife
through
the
stars
Lovin
your
kids
just
like
you
was
ours
And
I'm
hurtin
for
you
dog;
but
ain't
nobody
pain
is
like
yours
I
just
know
that
heaven'll
open
these
doors
And
ain't
no
bright
side
to
losin
lifel;
but
you
can
view
it
like
this
God's
got
open
hands
homey,
he
in
the
midst.
of
good
company
Who
loves
all
and
hates
not
one
And
one
day
you
gon'
be
wit
your
son
I
could've
rapped
about
my
hard
times
on
this
song
But
heaven
knows
I
woulda
been
wrong
I
wouldn'ta
been
right,
it
wouldn'ta
been
love
It
wouldn'ta
been
life,
it
wouldn'ta
been
us
This
can't
be
life
This
can't
be
life.
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