Life's a Bitch / Street Dreams - Live at Webster Hall, NYC - Dec. 17, 2002

We only get one life y'all
Where my weed smokers at in this motherfucker?
This a old school joint for y'all (uh, ooh)
This for my old school niggas (oh)

I woke up early on my born day, 20, it's a blessin'
Essence of adolescence leaves my body, I'm fresh
Physical frame is celebrated, I made it
One quarter through life, some godly-like thing created

Got rhymes 365 days annual, plus some
Load up the mic and bust one
My skull, 'cause it's pain in my brain vein, money maintain
Don't go against the grain

When I was young at this, I used to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets, they jewels and rip they (green cards)
Dipped to the hood, flashin' my quick cash
Got my first piece of ass (smokin' blunts with hash)

Now it's all about cash in abundance
Niggas I used to run with is rich or doin' years in the hundreds
I switched my motto; instead of sayin', "Fuck tomorrow!"
That buck that bought a bottle could've struck the lotto

And times I look back, loose cracks produce stacks
Cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot back
Time is Illmatic, keep static like wool fabric
Pack a four-matic to crack your whole cabbage

Say life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
('Cause you never know when you're gonna go)
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high

Street dreams are made of these
Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's
A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key
Everybody's looking for something
Street dreams are made of these
Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese
Who am I to disagree?
Everybody's looking for something

Let's go back y'all (uh)