Life Lessons (feat. E-40) - MC Eiht & Freddie Gibbs

Grandpa dropped outta school in the fifth grade Grandma barely made it past the eighth So maybe it's alright if I only made it two weeks At Oklahoma State The kinda learnin' that I'm lookin' for Ain't written out on a whiteboard I'm takin' life lessons Grow my hair too long, become a vagabond And do some wild living No, I ain't no preacher, but there ain't no better teacher Than a big old slice of humble pie On the road to life to find what I've been missin' I'm takin' life lessons All that money from tuition fees Could've been spent on gasoline Get me from Stillwater to somewhere Invest some sense in me Pour some concrete, play guitar Meet some strangers at a bar Make a little change to get by I'm takin' life lessons Grow my hair too long, become a vagabond And do some wild living No, I ain't no preacher, there ain't no better teacher Than a big old slice of humble pie On the road to life to find what I've been missin' I'm takin' life lessons I make a buck, fix my truck Fuck around and fall in love Shake a hand, make a friend Bring a heart back to life again I'm takin' life lessons Grow my hair too long, become a vagabond And do some wild living No, I ain't no preacher, but there ain't no better teacher Than a big old slice of humble pie On the road to life to find what I've been missin' I'm takin' life lessons Life lessons Life lessons Life lessons

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know

Earl. whassup mayne? It's yo' potnah Short Dawg You know we come a long way baby +From the Ground Up+ Oh they love the way us players ball No doubt, that's how we do this It's all about you mayne It's yo' life, let 'em know somethin I come from where they pop they collars And couldn't be saved by Creflo Dollar Cause I'll probably never ever see the pearly gates At the rate I'm goin now, it'll be too late Take life taste it, get on and smell it You know what Charlie is? Well it's sucker repellant I spray myself with it every morning, you dig? I spray myself right before I leave the crib Hot ones echo through the ghetto, bullets ricochet I'm bendin corners in my Cadillac Escalade It's summertime and I'm scorchin, f**k a bulletproof I'm hella keyed and I'm perkin off that num-num juice I'm in the traffic with my music on STORM Got a ticket just for blowin my, HORN (ba-baaa, ba-ba-ba-baa-baaaa) The real, pinkie ring, princess cut Carats on, around my neck Lookin like some clones, be at yo' best We don't play checkers no more, we play chess One trey tri trey double (??) H-I-double-L sideshow All about my fetti-oh One-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humungous Acres cars and businesses All about my fetti-oh Bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and shit Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH! {Sung} Earl, that's yo' life Ooohhhhh Earl, that's yo' life Earl, that's yo' life Ooohhhhh Earl, that's yo' liii-iiii-iiii-iiii-iife Straight up out the game The realest nigga you done talked to all day It's the dry season, outsmart the po'-po's Cookin birdies in the kitchen, with C-Bo From livin nappy, e'rybody know me Used to sell taffy, white girl nasal candy Hoes'll dress tacky, just so I can bank they dome Bank 'em make them think I'm broke, Use the dope game as a steppin stone (??) (??) next steal walkie talkies I'm the one that really-natin them faulty chips I got the gift of gab, I'm off the choo choo track I want the fetti, f**k the fame, y'all can HAVE THAT One-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humungous [$hort] That's right Acres cars and businesses [$hort] You can't stop the tycoon All about my fetti-oh Bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and shit [$hort] You can't stop E-Feezy, BEYATCH The street life, +Ballin Outta Control+ My +Million Dollar Spot+, way too cold So many +Record Haters+, my +Back Against the Wall+ When I was growin up I seen a lot of +Rappers Ball+ Bring the yellow tape, +It's On, On Sight+ You wanna squash the funk? Shoot me a peace kite Where the party at? Who got that Carlos Rossi? Who in my +Drinkin Club+? I'm bout to mob somebody I'm fee-ed-exin, (??) have me do a (??) wait From sardines and SPAM to Terriaki steaks I looked the game in the eye, the game looked at me back Told me to sell my triple beam, and start rap One-time want to see me fold It's ob-vious I'm humungous Acres cars and businesses All about my fetti-oh Bank account got to be tall Diamonds on my wrists and shit Tycoon stickin to the script, BEOTCH! You know what I said What'd you say pimpin? Short Dawg Short Deezy Oh I ride with my potnah Nigga I ride with you too pimpin Bumpin them woofers like this Boom boom Boom BOOM!!! Can't smell this funk, we been doin this Been doin it You know I love these new niggaz man I love when they get on that paper chase Right, right, right right right right right. So far, they can't do this Can't do this Not like this Uh-huh, nah We talkin limousines and mansions Limousines, mansions Got to keep these hoes dancin Got to keep 'em dancin, dirty dancin Bitches love us They love us. what they do? They love us That's right pimpin

What kind of human beings are we really? What has gone into the shaping and molding of who we are Both as persons as well as communities and traditions? The inescapability of traditions For me the greatest tradition is spiritual fortitude In the modern world, which is the black musical tradition There's never been a tradition on such intimate terms of catastrophe And still able to generate such unbelievable Forms of creativity, compassion, and fortitude When it was my aisle turn to get up and view the casket Couldn't hold my tears back, it was automatic When the reverend started preaching, it was sad After the funeral, I hugged his mom and dad Paid for the memorial, 7000 dollars cash Only time we get together is when somebody pass The story of many people I narrate Hella hate divide and conquer, separate When I was born, momma didn't feed any baby food to this infant She fed me collard greens, dressing, candied yams, and fried chicken In the trenches, we trippin', got trials and tribulations Renovation, they forcing us out, gentrification Living in the Bay, it's expensive, it's hard to bargain 2500 a month to rent a 1 bedroom apartment Cancer don't care how old you are or who you are (no, no, no) Live your life every day like it's no tomorrow (yeah, yeah, yeah) Health can be your best friend or worst enemy, could be ruthless Lou Gehrig's Disease, leukemia, and lupus No Medi-Cal insurance so we self-medicate Eat tomatoes 'cause it helps protect the prostate Some of my potnas vegan, some just watch the way they eat Substitute ground turkey for ground beef, no red meat It's mainey outchea, it's murkish and it's sick Everybody outchea carry and pack a pogo stick Life for us it's just different 'round here (It's different) Yeah, life is much different 'round here (Uh) But we don't give up In God we trust When life shows up around here (Shows up) Sometimes it's unfair around here (It's unfair) But we still rise up (Uh) Every day somebody fighting for they life Every second it's a body put on ice Maggots, flies, vultures, parasites Tag on they toe without a price In the middle of the slums rockin' crumbs Secondhand smoke all in our lungs Weikel's, Smart & Final, Target You liable to find me up in Chavez Supermarket The homie's kids and his nephews tryna rap Say that's the only way to get up out the trap Gettin' on somethin' they all need content I tell them they can be an astronaut or an accountant Can't wait to get papered up with designer belt on my pants Do the money dance with the money phone in my hand Loved ones in a situation and need some cash? Send it through Square Cash, they'll get it fast When I finally catch a break, it's voodoo Every time I catch a break, it fall through Life is against me, the devil's on me He shady, he janky, he ain't my homie Temptation is vicious, you gotta watch all these bitches They'll line you up with no clippers, do anything for they niggas Life is an assignment, it's a test Repent, thank God, and confess Oh, life for us it's just different 'round here (It's different) Yeah, life is much different 'round here (What you say?) But we don't (we don't) give up (give up) In God we trust When life shows up around here (whoa) Sometimes it's unfair around here (It's unfair) But we still rise up (look here) Life for us it's just different 'round here (It's different) Yeah life is much different 'round here (it's so different round here) But we don't give up (it's so different round here) In God we trust When life shows up around here (when life shows up) Sometimes it's unfair around here (life shows up) But we still rise up (well...) 'Cause I'm a Jesus loving free Black man But I was in deep solidarity and remain so With the focus on those poor, precious, priceless children Even today, one out of two black and brown children live in poverty

Wake your punk ass up for the 93 shot MC Eiht's in the motherfuckin house. gyeah And it ain't nothin but a compton thang y'all And we ain't nuttin but niggaz on the run And this goes out to my niggaz. gyeah A fucked up childhood, is why the way I am It's got me in the state where I don't give a damn, hmm Somebody help me, but nah they don't hear me though I guess I'll be another victim of the ghetto Ain't no escapin, cause I'm way too young Pops is dealin, and on top of that got moms sprung Scheamin off the top, pops never figured That he'd go down by the hands of another nigga Now my pops is gone and that ain't no good Got to follow in the foot steps of the homies from the hood And where's the role model? Niggaz putting brew in my fuckin baby bottle! Damn, and through all the motherfuckin pain They done drove my moms in-sane So I guess I gotta do work so I ain't finished I grow up to be a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Now I'm of age, and livin in the projects Gettin paid off the clucks and the county checks I'm Fil-ia fresh outta high school, never did I wonder That the motherfuckin hood would take me under Gyeah, I'm kickin it with the homies and they got the straps Off to the corner store, owned by the fuckin {Japs} See a bitch in the right lane so I comes with the mack Astro Bam pulls a motherfuckin jack from the back Now he's got the strap to my homie's head See him play that shit cool, and don't be a fool! He shot my nigga in the fuckin head I caught one in the shoulder, if I didn't run I was dead Now I'm layin in the hospital bed Thinkin about them punk motherfuckers and my eyes is bloodshot red Gyeah motherfuckers, I ain't finished Be on the look-out for the streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, whassup y'all Streiht up menace . damn! Really. Streiht up menace . damn! I'm in too deep I done killed a motherfucker and I just can't sleep One-Time's tryin to do a smooth, creep And on top of that Niggaz after me for fuckin one of they hood rats I ain't got time for the fuckin bitch's story Niggaz want me gotta come to my territory And ain't no "You Can Get the Fist" Niggaz come, and they get done on they own risk What is it all about? Should I leave or should I stay cause I don't wanna punk out Oh what should I do? The homies say "The hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew" So in the process to show the hood my best No time to react, caught two in the chest Now look who's down, I guess I'm finished I go out like a streiht up menace, gyeah Uhh, come on y'all Streiht up menace . damn! And on and on I guess we outta here Peace to my niggaz on the run And it ain't nuttin but streiht up menaces, damn! Just like I said before y'all It ain't nuttin but a compton thang And MC Eiht's in the house for the 93 shot And this one's for the niggaz, gyea

Welcome to Los Santos Cheah Where it's easy to catch a case One times patrol with a pic of ya face Fo' deep in the Lac, that's jack mode Unaware of the set-neutral dress code Drive-bys tryna pull grand theft Bandanas on the antennas, neighborhood deaf Rats fucking niggas for ends, bitch please Easily friends turn into enemies Tryna check a couple dollars but it ain't long Jealousy in shots if the weight wrong Stay strong, die well Growing up in the hood's no fairytale It's Mad City and can't y'all tell Welcome to the city where it's dead or jail Steady eating good, we pull licks Staying deep like OGs in jail pics Cheah, welcome to the land Welcome to the land Welcome to the land Straps, a couple birds in ya hand Cheah Welcome to Los Santos Welcome to Los Santos Welcome to Los Santos Welcome to Los Santos Yea, where it's easy to get some weight Hop in the stolen whip and I'll take you straight to the place That grand theft and robbery mask draped on my face A cold bastard, closed casket seal my fate For this almighty dollar dollar When we dealing what we do you know we do it proper And all these doctors and psychiatrists can't save me, I'm crazy Everyday these Los Santos streets gon' pay me It feel good don't it Kush smoke and west coastin' on every hood corner I drop the top at the beach Heard it's fun in paradise, yo that's the word on the street Don't let these palm trees and bitches get you swept off yo feet I'm staying blazed in these sun rays Evil seeds getting paid, cradle to the grave You can try it if you want, it ain't a thing sweet The weather's fine but it's cold on these cold on these rough ass streets of Los Santos Welcome to the land Welcome to the land Put a bird in ya hand Welcome to Los Santos Don't get fooled by the palm trees Fly ass bitches and bomb ass weed It's real over here on these cold streets Triple OGs stay about that cheese Los Santos We be doing the most We are Los Santos We are Los Santos

Yeah, for sure nigga We came from nothing nigga, from shit nigga For real Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us Back in '09, me and Lam, we was looking for a way out But ain't nobody wanna show us Riding 'round, selling blow, shotgun doors out his Volvo Must have sowed a whole O up And you stuck it out with me, I love you like a brother If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have a record deal or nothing I know you hate the fact that I'm so loyal to my street affiliation But my niggas need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' Willie and Diego need a pack? I'm out here thuggin' My nigga Butter, hit me for a pack, I'm out here thuggin' And now the DEA, they checking on me when I'm getting on a plane Double life, it got me ducking under covers I just wanna be legit man, shit man And every time I touch a dope, I say that this gon' be my last flip man I got a shorty that's willing to sell it for me She my lover, my homie, the devil cursed me with a pimp hand I hope my daughter never lives this type of lifestyle Creeping under streetlights as a night child My uncle still can't put the liquor or the pipe down Meanwhile, I'm in this kitchen, whipping up the white gal Plus, I got addictions of my own, boy The pills into laced blunts got me gone, boy The Oxycontin and heavy syrup got me looking in the mirror saying "Is you a dope fiend or a dope boy?" Smoking on some shit that I can't pass to a nigga Eyes shiny than a bitch, glass to a nigga Down to kick in the door with .44 Mags to a nigga Got some habits I pray that I never pass to a nigga All about the dollar signs, fuck the sympathy And fuck police, 'cause they killing you and killing me Slanging and banging, my paper stay getting fatter So do Black lives matter when you're about to kill your enemy? I need to know it, drop that paper, boy, don't be heroic You'll get a trip to see your Jesus if you're reaching for it A real solid street nigga, never been extorted You pussy niggas shouldn't be living, should have been aborted It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded It's Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone, Freddie Gordy Just left the studio and served a birdie for the 40 I bet my niggas kill the witness if I get reported The shit I spit is so realistic, shouldn't be recorded, nigga shouldn't be recorded Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Dolo and the pour up Got me tore up from the floor up Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah Yeah Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us Yeah All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us (Dolo and the pour up) (Dolo and the-, dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up) (Got me tore up from the floor up) (Gang signs, gang handshakes every time a nigga show up) (All the real niggas know us, all the real niggas know us) (Dolo and the pour up)