Hook:    Life just ain't the same  (Life ain't the same)  Life just ain't the same  (Coming up in the new game)  Life just ain't the same  Life just an't the same  (Life ain't the same)  Life just ain't the same  Life just ain't the same  (Coming up in the new game)    Verse 1: WildStyle    I know I gotta make my life right  Cause this shit ain't just nothing nice  Niggas in the hood wanna take my life  Wid a knife so I strap up every night  This game ain't no joke  I pray to God I don't get smoked  Never trust no hoe woulda known that  Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh,  Thinking back in the days when I played  But now I see that life is real,  I got a shorty to make my name live  If I get killed, but I ain't no bitch  That nigga that try ta get me gon'  Have a hard time, let's see when I pop  That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine  I live a life of crime,  Niggas like me keep mommas crying  I think I'ma lose my damn mind  If I do some damn time  Gotta watch my back and pack a gat  That's how the game goes  Times change how they bang  Life just ain't the same no more    Hook    Verse 2: Cold Hard    Sittin, wid a shorty,  They box, but they shoot not  Talking that shit you wanna gangbang  Well we gon' show ya how  Try ta kill me  I'ma try ta kill you  Dick, what you think you slick  Ain't no love here but hate  Demonstrate, bring yo clique  Tell them folks in the hood  Ya coming up making cash flow, GOOFY!  How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp  You punk ass hoe,  I'ma come from the back and rock ya knot  Take yo pack and run yo spot  If you strapped show me what you got  Being a chief gon' get you shot  Betta get on it niggas I creep wid  So you got ta be fast  It ain't the same, shit done changed  That's yo ass if you don't blast,  And you fucked up trying ta go to war  Now it's on every night and day  This is serious, ta game any joker  Less it's gun play, bi-otch!!    Hook    Verse 3: Never    Creeping ain't no sleeping  Life ain't the same in the game  Nowadays it's hectic, had to make up my mind  Found myself drifting in the wrong direction  Back up in the old days,  Niggas used to fist up on the block  Capping ain't no thing to me  When you wanna get rubbed  Nigga pull that glock, but I kept on focus  Everytime I start to think bullets scatter  Have a man caught up in the system's  Making us brothers ratter tatter  And I really don't give a fuck  My attitude is in the indo  It ain't gon' never be no old days  In the ghetto no more  So you betta get a grip on reality  And triz-out, I make a wiz-a  Coming up in the new day's a damn shame  Nigga might think that it's still the same  But the shit they made ain't nothing change  Coming up in this fucking game  Tryin' ta make it in the new days man    Hook    Verse 4: Kilo    You know from what I can see  Life just ain't the same now  I don't give a fuck no more  And I ain't afraid ta die  I'ma be all I can be  Fuck who try ta top me  Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit  From the eighties to the nineties  Nowadays we gotta wreck shit  Niggas coming up wid they clique stick  Gangbang about a bitch  Jealous cause a nigga slick  What the hell is this shit?  Youse supposed to be legit  Talking all that pimp shit  Nothing but a sweet fig  I bet I ain't gon' be the one  Kissing up to no nigga's ass  Just because they say he bad  Get his bitch bump then he sad  Crying like a baby  Life ain't like it was punk  Betta get on top of yours  Fo you fuck around and get gunned,  Punk.    Hook