a bad one and
some leave the job half done
I was one who never had
and al ways mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anyway I didn't pick up,
flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups,
'cause 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I I couldn't get a job,
nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford
us, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip,
with this here clip, who wanna hit?
I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I'm doin' braids,
I wasn't paid enough
I kept 'em long 'cause
I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at,
I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tec and a banana clip
Was down to throw the led to any
tellin' crackhead
I'm still livin' broke,
so a lot of good it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I
would have none
Why did I have to live a life
of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and
played I was a sad one
And always wanted to live like
this or that one
A ghetto bastard,
born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums,
I said now why treach
Why do I have to be like this?
momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved,
that's just what being nice gets
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then,
though
To stop the hell,
I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black
hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
Drop that,
and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive? well
positive ain't where I lived
I lived right around a
corner from west hell
Two blocks from south shit,
it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on
my side of the street, see
And only once or twice
a week I would speak
I walked alone,
my state of mind was usually home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted
kids for cause of chrome
Some life,
if you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice
than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's
gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble in that game that
you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin'
in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't,
that's how
Why me, huh?
Everything's gonna be alright
My third year into adulthood,
and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh,
that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin',
lightin' up the streets at night
Playin' hide and seek with a machete
seeking freddy's wife
Some say I'm rollin' on,
nothin' but a dog now
I answer that with a tech,
who wanna bow-wow?
'cause 'cause I done been through
more shit within the last week
Than a fly flowin' in doo-doo on
on the concrete
I been a deadbeat,
dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life,
oh you don't know this song?
So don't say jack,
and please don't say you understand
All that man to man talk can just walk down
If you ain't live you couldn't feel
it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out,
now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, props,
got shot
Don't worry, I hit by a, flurry,
and his punk-ass dropped
dropped
But I'm the one who has been
labeled as an outcast
In teacher's schools,
I'm the misfit child and outlast
But that's cool with the bull,
smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin'
Naughty By Nature 
