[bad word]  Dion]
 Tired, so tired
 It's a shame the way I'm livin this life, but I keep livin it
 Smoke to get high
 And the weed and hennessy don't do nothin but I keep rippin it
 It's the way I live my life
 It's my life and how I live in the sunshine, my [bad word]  It's just the way I live my life
 It's my life and how I live in the sunshine

 [Verse 1: Bun B]
 Man, day-in day-out it's the same old same
 I'm tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main
 little purp in the swisher
 little purp in the cup
 little purp in my system
 and I can't give myself up
 I kick myself up out the bed
 Out the door to the block
 Motivate my way to the corner and hustle the rocks
 I don't love what I'm doin, but I hate where I'm stayin
 So I be out with the [bad word] s, cause it's due's that I'm payin
 Prayin I can find a way up out this bottomless pit
 Cause livin like how I'm livin ain't hittin no [bad word]  Niggas tell it like it's nothin so there's no one to [bad word]  And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must
 So ain't no need to fuss about it, take it day-by-day
 Get my hustle on and keep these hater's out my way
 I [bad word] no niggas and [bad word] no ho's
 And I'm never really asleep, there's only one eye closed
 So I'm tired

 [bad word] 

 [Verse 2: Devin the Dude]
 My work, [bad word] is also playtime
 When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes
 drink'll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top
 Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot
 [bad word] out and take another swig
 Another brew, another blunt, another cig
 [bad word]  who got the liquor [bad word]  [bad word] it, I'll drink it even though, you know, it gets me sicka quicka
 I'm goin hard, yet, I'm still on the clock
 My homie got the weed, my partna got the pills on lock
 And, whatever-ya else you want from speed to [bad word]  But I prefer the herb
 And I drink, so I got to watch how I behave
 My beer was frozen - tried to put it in the microwave
 I got to focus cause tonight we got a show
 And you know we gonna be drinkin and smokin some mo'
 But ughhh

 [bad word] 

 [Verse 3: Pretty Ugly]
 Now personally, I don't give a [bad word] who forget about me when I'm dead and gone
 Cause most of the people who don't care won't even hear this song
 I been a lot of place's I thought I'd never ever be
 And I seen a lot of things I thought I'd never ever see
 My momma told me that these streets gonna be the death of me
 I've been in situations from murder's to the burglaries
 I'm a pretty dude, why ugly dudes always be testin me
 I'm a skinny dude, why big dudes always be testin me
 I make it happen real fast, unexpectedly
 My hood shootouts be exactly like the Westerns be
 I tell a judge and jury I was just defendin' me
 And intimidation is no relation, only kin to me
 I usually ride by myself, there's never men with me
 I'm a grown man, I don't need no men to send for me
 Cause it ain't no vest on me, don't think you got the best of me
 That ain't the way I'm supposed to die, that ain't my destiny