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Life.. by Marshall MathersWhat is life?Life is like a big obstacleput in front of your optical to slow you downAnd everytime you think you gotten past itit's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn groundWhat are friends?Friends are people that you think are your friendsBut they really your enemies, with secret indentitiesand disguises, to hide they true colorsSo just when you think you close enough to be brothersthey wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookinWhat is money?Money is what makes a man act funnyMoney is the root of all evilMoney'll make them same friends come back aroundswearing that they was always downWhat is life?I'm tired of lifeI'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grinsI'm tired of committing so many sinsTired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny winsTired of never having any endsTired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thinsI'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR shit when he spinsTired of not having a dealTired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steelTired of drowning in my sorrowTired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte CarloI'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin offI'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hourthen this boss wanders why I'm smartin offI'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and coughTired of having to work as a gas station clerkfor this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerkI'm tired of using plastic silverwareTired of working in Building SquareTired of not being a millionaireBut if I had a million dollarsI'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholicsIf I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dickwithout a condom on, while I'm on the johnIf I had a million bucksit wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be outrobbing armored trucksIf I had one wishI would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kissI'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poorTired of taking pop bottles back to the party storeI'm tired of not having a phoneTired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it onTired of not driving a BMTired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be himTired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PMTired of not performing in a packed coliseumTired of not being on tourTired of fucking the same blonde whore after workin the back of a ContourI'm tired of faking knots with a stack of onesHaving a lack of funds and resorting back to gunsTired of being stared atI'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hatTired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of LugzTired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugsTired of other rappers who ain't bringin half the skill as mesaying they wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me"I'm tired of radio stations telling fibsTired of J-L-B saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"But if I had a million dollarsI'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholicsIf I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dickwithout a condom on, while I'm on the johnIf I had a million bucksit wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be outrobbing armored trucksIf I had one wishI would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kissYou know what I'm saying?I'm tired of all of this bullshitTelling me to be positiveHow'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?Know what I'm sayin?I rap about shit around me, shit I seeKnow what I'm sayin? Right now I'm tired of everythingTired of all this player hating that's going on in my own cityCan't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin?But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin?Just fed upThat's my wordmore free lyrics