Inner City Blues lyrics

[Intro: Pudgee Tha Phat bast*rd and DMX]
I'm sayin' ''Check it out''
Yeah, n*ggas be dyin' for nothin'
Over some small bullsh*t. b*tches too, you know what I'm sayin'?
b*tches be gettin' beat up
You can all eat a motherf*cking di*k
Women be gettin' beat up and called b*tches. Drugs, all that

[Chorus: Pudgee Tha Phat bast*rd and DMX]
A-yo the world ain't a place to live
I got a whole lot of advice to give
I got a lot of bullsh*t on my mind
And I think livin' is a waste of time (Check it out)

[Verse 1: Pudgee Tha Phat bast*rd]
This is how it is around my way
Your gift at Christmas is to live another day
The murders that happened, I hate the way TV depicts to me
Stray bullets be manslaughterin' innocent victims
Welfare checks, abandoned buildings, the dramatics
Derelicts, thieves, wife-beaters, heroin addicts
Got the kid around the block always carryin' the nine
If you get outta line he'll make you lose your mind
What I mean is, he ain't tryna hear your fly talk
Runnin' off at the mouth or get your thoughts on the sidewalk
That's the way that it be in this society
These things if you was me, you'd rather die than see
[Verse 2: DMX]
A-yo, guess why I hit the f*ckin' streets at night (Why?)
I gots to do what I gotta do 'cause my family ain't eatin' right
You ain't got nothin' comin' but a real nice grave
n*ggas don't want a damn thing but they life saved
Go out for your man if you want, whatever's clever
And both of y'all'll go all-out to the graveyard together
I ain't bullsh*ttin' 'cause I got sh*t to do
Like drive-by's, split your crew with not one but two Glocks
'Cause I hit blocks at a time
For chumps that don't know the money they makin' is mine
I'm comin' to collect like the free phone call, n*gga
Hit me off with PC, don't make me take it all, n*gga

[Chorus: Pudgee Tha Phat bast*rd and DMX]
A-yo the world ain't a place to live
I got a whole lot of advice to give
I got a lot of bullsh*t on my mind
And I think livin' is a waste of time (For real)
A-yo the world ain't a place to live
I got a whole lot of advice to give
I got a lot of bullsh*t on my mind
And I think livin' is a waste of time

[Verse 3: DMX]
Mad f*ckin' stressed and I can't even sleep where I rest
So now I wear a vest but what if I don't catch it in the chest?
Then I'm out like a light when the power's gone
And there's another tombstone a child is puttin' flowers on
Long live the dream of makin' enough cream
Where I won't have to scheme or roll around with a team
Of n*ggas I can't trust, that I might have to bust
All for somethin' dumb, know where I'm comin' from? The fuss
Is too much to bare and every day it's gettin' worse
It got me plottin' on my peeps and how to get 'em first
Thirst is somethin' to make a n*gga strive to stay alive
And I watch my own back with the black Fo'-Five
[Verse 4: Pudgee Tha Phat bast*rd]
Babies havin' babies when they know can't afford 'em
The fathers be leavin' when they know they can't support 'em
And sometimes it seems like the Lord's on vacation
With the boys in blue, decreasin' black population
Tossin' and turnin', I'll be havin' these dreams
About my dirty rotten homies in the gangster lean
Kids don't go to classes, actin' like asses
Want money green like grasses, moms be gettin' heat flashes
We roll thick through the projects
n*ggas be rapin' b*tches probably 'cause they don't get sex
And I ain't 'bout to have no f*ckin' kids, my ho is a b*tch
And this world ain't the f*ckin' place to live

[Chorus: Pudgee Tha Phat bast*rd and DMX]
A-yo the world ain't a place to live
I got a whole lot of advice to give
I got a lot of bullsh*t on my mind
And I think livin' is a waste of time
A-yo the world ain't a place to live
I got a whole lot of advice to give
I got a lot of bullsh*t on my mind
And I think livin' is a waste of time (Check it out)