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[Wicket] I got my Viper ready to kill a nigga Standin in my drop with my fingers on my muthafuckin trigger,uh This shit is real in this game you gots to pack your steel I can remember sellin rocks on the fuckin hill I steady keep it cause I'm silent Because these niggas in the street All they thinkin about is violence Jackin your ass for your muthafuckin grip son I got my .9 package come get you some Niggas get large or straight hoe-out But a nigga like the wicked murder (name) will blow your brains out Leavin your ass in the gutter Everytime I look up I been approached by an undercover Tryin to make a fuckin drug trade But I'm too damn smart That's how them wickedest nigga stay his pay My homie died at a early age Since he was black he never made the front page Left a son and a pregnant wife That's just another fact in these facts of life [Chorus] These are the facts of life These are the facts of life Songtexte[Nino] Sippin my grip just smokin on some weed I'm thinkin about the nigga [name] rob for some keeps My only trade is sellin dope So fuck a job and these muthafuckin white folks My mama always fussin at me (why?) I never had a education now I G.E.D. Keep sayin take your ass to trick Before a craze muthafucka like myself wind up in a hearse Now I'm in jail I got a bail Them muthafuckas trudged me with a cell So I did four years in the county Listenin to these pussy-ass securities Stressin me depressin they sendin me crazy That's just a modern day slavery [Chorus] These are the facts of life These are the facts of life [Wicket] Back at your ass with these muthafuckin facts of life I pack a .9 nigga you pack a pocket knife My younger brother's in the pen again (why that?) Cause he was sleepin with four ki's in his fuckin benz Took everything the nigga owned But before he went down he gave me love and his Herringbone So now I'm all alone The closest friend I got is my fuckin chrome I'm ready for the drama I'm in so deep can't even go to see my own mama And it's hard to survive When I look at my son I see tears fall from his eyes My little boy needs diapers My only thoughts of income is jackin niggas with my chrome Viper I often reminisce Thinkin to myself how did I end up like this But I try to live right And everytime I tried I got fucked by the facts of life [Chorus: till end] These are the facts of life These are the facts of life Aus Songtexte Mania