UGK - Hi-LifeLyrics

hi life We livin' that hi life hi life, hi life We livin' that hi life [Pimp C] I'm tired of livin' fucked up, Tired of livin' bad, Tired of hearin' grand mama tellin' me, "When you gon' go to church, Chad?" I'm tryin' to live up to the image that she would want to see, But I got much foot in the street, and every week I flip a ki. I never wanted to be a G, but niggas depend on me It ain't safe to hit I-10, so niggas fear with me And all the niggas that I went to school with, Shot pool with, went to fool with Out there sellin' that white shit. Pushin' cocaine, niggas whole existence Dependent on the game What ya want me to do, it's like somebody cut my throat Got 20,000 dollars tryin' to turn it into a hundred, And ain't nobody got no dough So, niggas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist And this bitch thinkin' she can ease my mind by suckin' my dick Bitch maybe fo' a minute, but that shit never lasts It's 1996, niggas is dyin' from layin' on some ass First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died And you be wonderin' why young niggas out there smokin' fry I wish that I could tell y'all I wore a rubber everytime; But, if I told you that, nigga, you know that I be lyin' And I been fuckin' pussy since the tender age of nine. It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive And crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt. But, still I put in work, and front for my folks 'Cause where I come from, nigga, family just ain't no joke. Now, D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat But what about baby Doe Some say that nigga's sellin' dope; And you know I ain't lyin', that's just how families talk; But, what you gon' do when the devil poke you wit' his fork? And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved. Most preachers just false prophets, fuckin' hoes and gittin' paid. I'm lookin' for that [Chorus] hi life (hi life) We livin' that hi life (Hey) hi life, hi life (hi life) We livin' that hi life [Bun B] You only got one life to live That's all they give us to do it You can bullshit your way through it, Or stay true; it Can be complicated 'cause niggas be gettin' shot in the cross People and names get lost, the people in the lane get tossed. Streets 'll eat yo ass alive Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives, And nobody's surprised if somebody don't survive the dust To see this only trecherous How we was left to be down these streets that we be on... Muthafucka's sleepin' on them corners that you pee on Probably 'cause society felt they didn't belong. Now who in the fuck made it this way for us? Got all these little niggas sellin' that yay Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable And that quote "peace of American pie" just ain't attainable. So, how can I sustain a full life before death Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self. Now come on, who gives a damn When you can't afford the turkey or ham? Livin' off of Ramen noodles, beef jerky, and Spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life All I can see in front of me is up for grabs Come off your slab. 'Cause poverty 'll push a nigga over the brink, Over the edge, especially if you don't know your ledge. And, so instead of being without I'm hustlin' tryin' to git through these ungodly days Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck out of this maze A man 'll commit a crime 'cause the fuckin' crime pays I'm goin' through a phase you don't grow out Until you a reason a motherfucker gots to pour out His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind, But still sometimes he don't know why He walkin' around just hopin' He get one more try to make it It's bullshit he's goin' through but yo he gots to take it, You can't fake it, to get the hi life.