| Song | So Tired |
| Artist | Hi-Tek |
| Album | Hi-teknology - Volume 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly) | |
| [Chorus: 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 nigga | |
| 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 | |
| A little purp in the swisher | |
| A little purp in the cup | |
| A 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 truth'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 shit | |
| Niggas tell it like it's nothin so there's no one to trust | |
| 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 trust no niggas and trust no ho's | |
| And I'm never really asleep, there's only one eye closed | |
| So I'm tired | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 2: Devin the Dude] | |
| My work, shit is also playtime | |
| When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes | |
| A drink'll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top | |
| Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot | |
| I come out and take another swig | |
| Another brew, another blunt, another cig | |
| Shit, who got the liquor nigga | |
| **** 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 syrup | |
| 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 | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Verse 3: Pretty Ugly] | |
| Now personally, I don't give a **** 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 | |
| [Chorus] |
| feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly | |
| Chorus: 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 nigga | |
| 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, dayin dayout it' s the same old same | |
| I' m tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main | |
| A little purp in the swisher | |
| A little purp in the cup | |
| A 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 truth' 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 shit | |
| Niggas tell it like it' s nothin so there' s no one to trust | |
| And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must | |
| So ain' t no need to fuss about it, take it daybyday | |
| Get my hustle on and keep these hater' s out my way | |
| I trust no niggas and trust no ho' s | |
| And I' m never really asleep, there' s only one eye closed | |
| So I' m tired | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: Devin the Dude | |
| My work, shit is also playtime | |
| When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes | |
| A drink' ll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top | |
| Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot | |
| I come out and take another swig | |
| Another brew, another blunt, another cig | |
| Shit, who got the liquor nigga | |
| 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, whateverya else you want from speed to syrup | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Pretty Ugly | |
| Now personally, I don' t give a 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 | |
| Chorus |
| feat. Dion, Bun B, Devin the Dude, Pretty Ugly | |
| Chorus: 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 nigga | |
| 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, dayin dayout it' s the same old same | |
| I' m tryin to make a dollar out of 15 cents main | |
| A little purp in the swisher | |
| A little purp in the cup | |
| A 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 truth' 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 shit | |
| Niggas tell it like it' s nothin so there' s no one to trust | |
| And for me to see tomorrow by any means is a must | |
| So ain' t no need to fuss about it, take it daybyday | |
| Get my hustle on and keep these hater' s out my way | |
| I trust no niggas and trust no ho' s | |
| And I' m never really asleep, there' s only one eye closed | |
| So I' m tired | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 2: Devin the Dude | |
| My work, shit is also playtime | |
| When I punch in I roll a sweet then I say rhymes | |
| A drink' ll help, I take a step to the bottle then pop the top | |
| Finish up the lyrics, go in and rock the spot | |
| I come out and take another swig | |
| Another brew, another blunt, another cig | |
| Shit, who got the liquor nigga | |
| 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, whateverya else you want from speed to syrup | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3: Pretty Ugly | |
| Now personally, I don' t give a 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 | |
| Chorus |