| Song | Life Ain't the Same |
| Artist | Crucial Conflict |
| Album | The Final Tic |
| 作词 : Johnson, King, Leverston ... | |
| Hook: Life just ain't the same (Life ain't the same) | |
| Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) | |
| Life just ain't the same | |
| Life just an't the same (Life ain't the same) | |
| Life just ain't the same | |
| Life just ain't the same (Coming up in the new game) | |
| Verse 1: Wild | |
| Style I know | |
| I gotta make my life right | |
| Cause this shit ain't just nothing nice | |
| Niggas in the hood wanna take my life | |
| Wid a knife so | |
| I strap up every night | |
| This game ain't no joke | |
| I pray to | |
| God I don't get smoked | |
| Never trust no hoe woulda known that | |
| Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh, | |
| Thinking back in the days when | |
| I played But now | |
| I see that life is real, | |
| I got a shorty to make my name live | |
| If I get killed, but | |
| I ain't no bitch | |
| That nigga that try ta get me gon' | |
| Have a hard time, let's see when | |
| I pop That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine | |
| I live a life of crime, | |
| Niggas like me keep mommas crying | |
| I think I'ma lose my damn mind | |
| If I do some damn time | |
| Gotta watch my back and pack a gat | |
| That's how the game goes | |
| Times change how they bang | |
| Life just ain't the same no more | |
| Hook Verse 2: | |
| Kilo Sittin, wid a shorty, | |
| They box, but they shoot not | |
| Talking that shit you wanna gangbang | |
| Well we gon' show ya how | |
| Try ta kill me | |
| I'ma try ta kill you | |
| Vic, what you think you slick | |
| Ain't no love forever hate | |
| Demonstrate, bring yo clique | |
| Tell them folks in the hood | |
| Ya coming up making cash flow, | |
| GOOFY! How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp | |
| You punk ass hoe, | |
| I'ma come from the back and rock ya knot | |
| Take yo pack and run yo spot | |
| If you strapped show me what you got | |
| Being a chief gon' get you shot | |
| Betta get on it niggas | |
| I creep wid | |
| So you got ta be fast | |
| It ain't the same, shit done changed | |
| That's yo ass if you don't blast, | |
| And you fucked up trying ta go to war | |
| Now it's on every night and day | |
| This is serious, ta game any joker | |
| Less it's gun play, bi-otch!! | |
| Hook Verse 3: | |
| Never Creeping ain't no sleeping | |
| Life ain't the same in the game | |
| Nowadays it's hectic, had to make up my mind | |
| Found myself drifting in the wrong direction | |
| Back up in the old days, | |
| Niggas used to fist up on the block | |
| Capping ain't no thing to me | |
| When you wanna get rough | |
| Nigga pull that glock, but | |
| I kept on focus | |
| Everytime | |
| I start to think bullets scatter | |
| Have a man caught up in the system's | |
| Making us brothers ratter tatter | |
| And I really don't give a fuck | |
| My attitude is in the indo | |
| It ain't gon' never be no old days | |
| In the ghetto no more | |
| So you betta get a grip on reality | |
| And triz-out, | |
| I make a wiz-a | |
| Coming up in the new day's a damn shame | |
| Nigga might think that it's still the same | |
| But the shit done made an ugly change | |
| Coming up in this fucking game | |
| Tryin' ta make it in the new days man | |
| Hook Verse 4: | |
| Coldhard You know from what | |
| I can see | |
| Life just ain't the same now | |
| I don't give a fuck no more | |
| And I ain't afraid ta die | |
| I'ma be all | |
| I can be Fuck who try ta top me | |
| Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit | |
| From the eighties to the nineties | |
| Nowadays we gotta wreck shit | |
| Niggas coming up wid they clique stick | |
| Gangbang about a bitch | |
| Jealous cause a nigga slick | |
| What the hell is this shit? | |
| Youse supposed to be legit | |
| Talking all that pimp shit | |
| Nothing but a sweet vic | |
| I bet I ain't gon' be the one | |
| Kissing up to no nigga's ass | |
| Just because they say he bad | |
| Get his bitch bump then he sad | |
| Crying like a baby | |
| Life ain't like it was punk | |
| Betta get on top of yours | |
| Fo you fuck around and get gunned, | |
| Punk. Hook |
| zuò cí : Johnson, King, Leverston ... | |
| Hook: Life just ain' t the same Life ain' t the same | |
| Life just ain' t the same Coming up in the new game | |
| Life just ain' t the same | |
| Life just an' t the same Life ain' t the same | |
| Life just ain' t the same | |
| Life just ain' t the same Coming up in the new game | |
| Verse 1: Wild | |
| Style I know | |
| I gotta make my life right | |
| Cause this shit ain' t just nothing nice | |
| Niggas in the hood wanna take my life | |
| Wid a knife so | |
| I strap up every night | |
| This game ain' t no joke | |
| I pray to | |
| God I don' t get smoked | |
| Never trust no hoe woulda known that | |
| Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh, | |
| Thinking back in the days when | |
| I played But now | |
| I see that life is real, | |
| I got a shorty to make my name live | |
| If I get killed, but | |
| I ain' t no bitch | |
| That nigga that try ta get me gon' | |
| Have a hard time, let' s see when | |
| I pop That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine | |
| I live a life of crime, | |
| Niggas like me keep mommas crying | |
| I think I' ma lose my damn mind | |
| If I do some damn time | |
| Gotta watch my back and pack a gat | |
| That' s how the game goes | |
| Times change how they bang | |
| Life just ain' t the same no more | |
| Hook Verse 2: | |
| Kilo Sittin, wid a shorty, | |
| They box, but they shoot not | |
| Talking that shit you wanna gangbang | |
| Well we gon' show ya how | |
| Try ta kill me | |
| I' ma try ta kill you | |
| Vic, what you think you slick | |
| Ain' t no love forever hate | |
| Demonstrate, bring yo clique | |
| Tell them folks in the hood | |
| Ya coming up making cash flow, | |
| GOOFY! How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp | |
| You punk ass hoe, | |
| I' ma come from the back and rock ya knot | |
| Take yo pack and run yo spot | |
| If you strapped show me what you got | |
| Being a chief gon' get you shot | |
| Betta get on it niggas | |
| I creep wid | |
| So you got ta be fast | |
| It ain' t the same, shit done changed | |
| That' s yo ass if you don' t blast, | |
| And you fucked up trying ta go to war | |
| Now it' s on every night and day | |
| This is serious, ta game any joker | |
| Less it' s gun play, biotch!! | |
| Hook Verse 3: | |
| Never Creeping ain' t no sleeping | |
| Life ain' t the same in the game | |
| Nowadays it' s hectic, had to make up my mind | |
| Found myself drifting in the wrong direction | |
| Back up in the old days, | |
| Niggas used to fist up on the block | |
| Capping ain' t no thing to me | |
| When you wanna get rough | |
| Nigga pull that glock, but | |
| I kept on focus | |
| Everytime | |
| I start to think bullets scatter | |
| Have a man caught up in the system' s | |
| Making us brothers ratter tatter | |
| And I really don' t give a fuck | |
| My attitude is in the indo | |
| It ain' t gon' never be no old days | |
| In the ghetto no more | |
| So you betta get a grip on reality | |
| And trizout, | |
| I make a wiza | |
| Coming up in the new day' s a damn shame | |
| Nigga might think that it' s still the same | |
| But the shit done made an ugly change | |
| Coming up in this fucking game | |
| Tryin' ta make it in the new days man | |
| Hook Verse 4: | |
| Coldhard You know from what | |
| I can see | |
| Life just ain' t the same now | |
| I don' t give a fuck no more | |
| And I ain' t afraid ta die | |
| I' ma be all | |
| I can be Fuck who try ta top me | |
| Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit | |
| From the eighties to the nineties | |
| Nowadays we gotta wreck shit | |
| Niggas coming up wid they clique stick | |
| Gangbang about a bitch | |
| Jealous cause a nigga slick | |
| What the hell is this shit? | |
| Youse supposed to be legit | |
| Talking all that pimp shit | |
| Nothing but a sweet vic | |
| I bet I ain' t gon' be the one | |
| Kissing up to no nigga' s ass | |
| Just because they say he bad | |
| Get his bitch bump then he sad | |
| Crying like a baby | |
| Life ain' t like it was punk | |
| Betta get on top of yours | |
| Fo you fuck around and get gunned, | |
| Punk. Hook |