Lyfe 'N' Tyme - The B.U.M.s, Mystic

«Life was given to us just to do the right thing

Instead of that became an old bum and big dope fiend»

It’s mad flavor that you savor for word life

On the streets you must be precise (Watch out)

The essence of the concrete jungle (Uh huh)

Where cash money is made by the bundle (What's up kid?)

Check out this kid with the fresh new gear

Sportin' a phat Yukon but won’t make it through the year

Thinkin' his life is bullet proof

Glocks are fully loaded, have his ass off the roof

Or pass through loot, but things change for the better (What?!)

Your punk knocks, just to get your shit together (Say what?)

Brothers surpass so many turfs for what it’s worth (Why?)

There’s top dollar bills on this planet Earth

Me, myself & I choose to format right

And survive through the city nights

Old man’s pops his son on the ave for slangin' yac

Many, levels of bull, take your order

Niggas ain’t frontin'

They leave your dead ass on the corner

For what it’s worth, I needs to go get mine

Find a fat sack and I’ll be fine

Pumpin' my niggas, instant death when you hear me

Bonafied to rhyme live all through this whole city

No need to hop The B.U.M.s will keep you on nod

I represent Cali and that shit ain’t odd

For my peeps locked down, you keep a smile not a frown

I know you too from Sherman’s old school ground

I think I left my mark

Oakland’s my one true love, but yo it’s gettin' dark

This goes out to all the hustlers that’s out to get yours

On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs

The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players

That’s down to keep it live

It’s Mystic on the mic representin' the west

Plus representin' the craft, womanhood at it’s best

20 years young, with the, gifted tongue

Leave niggas, supremely sprung when my shit gets swung

One in a million ways to die

When caught up in the rapture of an unequivocal sister

My nature is of capture

Laughter, as the mask cascades

Lyrical blade I don’t need to be saved

Can’t trade, the life is rough enough to cuff a sister in chains

Keyed on the regular, just to keep me sane

Brothers be like, «Damn you so cold»

They never fail to feel the pain in me

Still my niggas say that it will be fine

Just let your light shine

Matter of fact, fuck that I got worldly expectations

So don’t bother business up my mental with stress

Signin' off with finesse

The rude gal from the west

This goes out to all the hustlers that’s out to get yours

On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs

The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players

That’s down to keep it live

Fakin' the style is a flagrant foul, let’s chill for awhile

But any in it comes back someway somehow

Playin' both sides like a double edged knife

That’ll get you squashed like a bug on the windshield of life

This goes out to all the 70's kids who didn’t die from S.I.D.S.

Only to spend a lifetime doin' bids

Some, wither away on the street corner gamblin'

But I be stackin' loot for my daughter to hit Gramblin

Never claim to be the baddest brother but I murder on the flow

Keep my financial, status on the down low

So bitches don’t know if I’m broke or clockin' doe

Livin' small with large dreams was my theme for '94

Raps my life without my child and wife I couldn’t go the distance

So fuck welfare and general assistance

Fuck 5−0 and gettin' scared from hoppin' fences

And fuck them motherfuckers that’s threatened by my existence

My mental provides strength to make the weak shiver

A full time black man, part time nigger

This goes out to all the hustlers that’s out to get yours

On the street dwellin', crack sellin' entrepreneurs

The ballers that survive to see '95 and all the players

That’s down to keep it live