Too $hort It’s Your Life Lyrics

Short Dog’s in the House Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 $hort Dog’s in the House
  • 2 It’s Your Life
  • 3 The Ghetto
  • 4 Short but Funky
  • 5 In the Oaktown
  • 6 Dead or Alive
  • 7 Punk Bitch
  • 8 Ain’t Nothin’ but a Word to Me
  • 9 Hard on the Boulevard
  • 10 Pimpology
  • 11 Paula & Janet
  • 12 Rap Like Me
  • 13 The Ghetto (reprise)
  • [Chorus:]
    It's your life, don't be stupid dope,
    'Cause when you waste it...
    It's your life, don't don't be stupid dope,
    'Cause when you waste it...

    Now I come from, the Oakland town
    Task force roll and rock, cold cracked down
    Young brothers my age makin' dollars so long
    Drive a brand new Benz with a cellular phone
    See his diamonds and gold, call him Big Bank Bob
    Got a ring for each finger and he can't get a job
    This is not a song I made about crack
    It's all about losin' what you can't get back
    'Cause the name of the game is to control yo' life
    And all the things you do you must do them right
    It's not my life, it's on you baby
    What's really goin' on is that cash money
    How you make it, it doesn't matter to me
    Work at MacDonald's or just slang them ki's
    Or you can be like me and go straight legit
    Drive a brand new Benz and they can't say ****


    Partners in your face, ain't even your friend
    Probably have to blast him if you see him again
    And if you don't blast him you'll get shot in the head
    Seven days later you'll be buried and dead
    I can't be like that, the only thing you fear
    Homeboy you can't see it but you know it's there
    It's called tomorrow, what'cha gonna do with that
    Cut school, sell a few dope-fiends crack?
    It's not a one-way street, it's more like a dead-end
    So if you take it, you better turn back my friend
    I know a lot of young brothers don't think things through
    They really don't know what they want to do
    When you lag, you lose, you start payin' your dues
    You can't kick back and let your bankroll stack
    You'll be stuck on stupid, for smokin' a friend
    Ten years from now you'll still be in the pen


    I got my eighteens pumpin', ridin' the five
    People lookin' at me like I stole the ride
    Am I a gangster, player, makin' them G's
    Cocaine dealer with the Z's and V's
    Can't tell 'em nothin', so I say, "Whassup?"
    They get mad, I don't give a ****
    I keep ridin', sidin', whippin' and dippin'
    Look at all my homeboys trippin'
    They'll knock you out, one punch like the champ
    Goin' to jail is like summer camp
    We shake hands one day, kill each other the next
    And if you don't like it it's just like that
    'Cause I come from, the city of dope
    It couldn't be saved by John the Pope
    But since I have the chance, I'll say in the rhyme,
    We have to stop the killin' sometime (soon)

    [Chorus x 2]

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