Lifes A Puzzle lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Life s A Puzzle lyrics Life in the hood, (life in the hood) Life in the hood, (yeah, just like a puzzle) Life in the hood, (life in, life in the hood) Life in the hood, is just like a puzzle [dresta] Its like a jungle, sometimes When you rhyme The hood took you under Niggas start to wonder Why you missin all these summers I ain t seen the streets In like five or six weeks Cos I m back on the cell block Lookin like I m shell shocked In and out Down south, up north I m back back, forth and forth I can t seem to keep my black ass outta dough Cos I m steady doin dirt Put in work for the turf I did a gang of killin And still ain t learnt a damn thing Except how to gang bang Talk slang and shoot game And now I think I m the mack of the century Cos I got this bitch runnin through the penatentiary But never knowin she was hoe ing in the hood, black Till the day my homies say dre that bitch a hoodrat But shoot the package on some nights And I m alright Just another piece of the puzzle of my fucked up life [chorus] Life in the hood is just like a puzzle (like a puzzle) If in the game, your lookin for trouble (lookin for trouble) [bg knocc out] My life is like a puzzle I thank God for everyday I m seeing Livin in the world cos I m bout european Bein, a young black male is like havin on Some gaseline underwear bailin through hell Cos we have no win that we can all see Ask rodney king, michael j and mike t And what about oj, I think it s a set up Pac you said it first but my nigga keep your head up They don t wanna see another black man make it And everything we get that look nice They wanna take it So make it, 187 on the po-lice I m tired of seein nigga s get stressed And fucked with no grease No peace, no justice Motherfuck this Live bg s doin dirt outta cuttless The three strikes march It didn t help the situation All it did was increase the jail population [chorus] (life in the hood is just like a puzzle) Life in the hood is just like a puzzle [dresta] My homies is a piece to my puzzle I love they ass to death But the more I look around There ain t too many of us left Survival of the fittest And the strong don t survive I can count more real niggas dead than alive So niggas stop the talkin Let that bullshit keep walkin I m tryin to get mine So quit wasting my time And if I had a dime for everytime I met a bitch That I thought was the shit My ass would be rich But no, I m broke And bitches ain t a joke Nigga you better check yo bitch, talkin shit Will get that hoe smoked, (I m down with you baby) Bitch, don t even make a nigga start Tryin to get inside my heart So she can tear my life apart I already got enough strain on my brain Than to be busy worried about some busy ass dame But game, recognise game with the dresta Fool, I thought you knew about the westside gangsta [chorus till fade] song lyrics