Guru: Never ending saga

ft. Lae-D Trigga, BlessYeah... ain't nuttin sweet in these streets... Everyday it's a never-ending saga... [Chorus: Guru] - 2X It's a never-ending saga, the drama, the block's hotter than lava See the stress in the eyes of my mama She don't wanna hear about me gettin put in a cage Still I keep so much heat, have you shook and amazed [Guru] It's like this everyday hustle got me stifled It's like all I think about is cocking pistols and rifles All I do all day is smoke weed and drink Look at my icey grill in the mirror and then I spit in the sink Got to flip more dough, got to pull another heist May not have the biggest rep, but you could say this brother's nice Twice the cops came by my crib, askin questions About some shit that happened, that nobody wants to mention I'd rather take my own life then live as a snitch I pray to God but sometimes, he don't grant my wish I wanna get out of here, and lace my chick with some Prada gear Push a fat whip and own a big house somewhere I can't sleep, I'm thinkin about my next caper I gotta figure out a way that I can make the best paper I got a son, and yo I'm still mad young Everyday I'm on the Ave. with my niggaz totin mad guns [Lae-D Trigga] Everyday's a different struggle, different sets and tecs Tryna make my dollars double, so who's next to flex Hollow points wet like sets, got the Ill-X connect Niggaz be hatin when you takin, tryna hold ya breath They wanna mold ya death and lay you where the seas rest For a chain and ya watch, you bound to get yourself popped Have ya brains lookin "Sloppy" like "Joe" Runnin and breathin like whoa This game the illest if ya know when to fold Dramatic incidence, keep the witnesses, bickerin Chickens is sickenin, fuckin cats that own businesses Voices and visions leave a stain in my mind So I explain it in rhymes Bullets and slums keep this dame in her prime Undercovers wanna lock me up, niggaz wanna knock me up Spend my cheddar like they got me stuck I change ya frame from weak to dust, after I heat ya up Automatics, skee that meat and trucks Livin is crazy if you got no luck, worse if you got no bucks You gotta take, all you can or get fucked You gotta space all ya mans and get buck The hood you live in is tough Feels like the whole damn world gone corrupt That's why I drink the veins, anything to ease the fuckin pain Let it reign in my heart on this dirt stain, it hurt mayne [Guru] Ghetto dreams... callin mad schemes... that's right [Chorus] - 2X [Bless] I heard life was a test, learned life was a mess Ya blaze cess, escape stress from one day to the next Right or left, in this maze that ends in death I'm alive but need rest, progress in three steps With every step or breath, I seem to digest so much shit to get off my chest, born and restless I, sit at my desk, 9 to 5 at best The rest collect checks to waste on lotto bets Forty bottles wet and cigarettes, adress to ad-ress Places, faces with sadness, cats depressed Through all the madness, I managed To be blessed with a sense to know dough don't measure success Cuz even though money is power, it ain't always respect Live my life with no regrets, all these heads know the deal I re-fuse to move, unless I'm doin what I feel the true meaning of real, not the gat that you conceal Cracks ya sell, bitches ya mack, and caps ya peel Try to match my skill, attack ya grill, perhaps I will Sit back and chill, you shoulda known that I'm ill... [Chorus] - 2X