By Marshal What is Life is a big obstacle In of your optical to slow you down
And every you think you gotten past it It's gonna come back and tackle you to the damn ground What are Friends are people that you think are your But they really your enemies, with identities And disguises, to hide they colors So just when you you close enough to be brothers They want to come back and cut your when you ain't lookin'
is money? Money is what makes a man act is the root of all evil Money'll make them same come back around Swearing they was always down
is life? I'm tired of I'm of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins I'm tired of so many sins Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny Tired of never any ends Tired of having skinny friends on crack and many things I'm tired of this DJ your shit when he spins Tired of not having a Tired of having to deal with the without grabbing the steel Tired of drowning in my Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte I'm of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin' off I'm tired of jobs startin' off at fifty an hour Then this wonders why I'm smartin' off Tired of being fired every time I fart and Tired of having to work as a gas station For this breathing down my neck driving me berserk I'm tired of using silverware Tired of in Building Square Tired of not a millionaire But if I had a million I'd buy a brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a wand, I'd make the world suck my Without a on, While I'm on the If I had a bucks It be enough, I'd still be out Robbing trucks If I had one I ask for a big enough ass For the whole world to
I'm tired of being white trash, broke and poor of taking pop bottles back to the party store I'm tired of not a phone of not having a home To one in if I did have it on Tired of not a B-M Tired of not at G-M, tired of wanting to be him Tired of not sleeping without a P-M Tired of not performing in a coliseum Tired of not being on Tired of fucking the blond whore After work in the back of a I'm tired of knots with a stack of ones Having a lack of funds and resorting back to
Tired of stared at I'm tired of wearing the same Nike Air hat Tired of stepping in clubs the same pair of Lugz Tired of people they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs Tired of other who ain't bringin' half the skill as me Saying they feeling me when nobody's as ill as me I'm of radio stations telling fibs of J-L-be saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"
But if I had a million I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I'd make the suck my dick Without a on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million It wouldn't be enough, I'd still be out Robbing trucks If I had one I would ask for a big ass For the whole to kiss You know what I'm I'm of all of this bullshit Telling me to be How'm I to be positive when I don't see shit positive? Know what I'm I rap about around me, shit I see Know I'm sayin'? Right now I'm tired of Tired of all this player that's going on in my own city get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin'? But ey, it's cool though, you know I'm sayin'? fed up That's my