Artist: Rittz f/ Candice Freeman
Album:  Last Call
Song:   Live and You Learn *
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

* deluxe edition bonus track

[Intro]
"Man, fuck you!
 You can't tell me SHIT
 I know every fuckin thing
 Run the fuck away to your momma before I beat yo' ass
 Little bitch, you're gonna fuckin learn, motherfucker!"

[Rittz]
Ya-uh-yeah.. ya-uh, yeah, uh
Motherfuckers takin pics with they phones
The lights flicker and trip 'em like strobes flashin
On my throne sippin Manhattans and Old Fashioneds
Hard to fathom when my hopes that been shattered like broke glasses
Smoke pass the Road Chassis, road map and slowed traffic
No classes, so absent, IQ is below average
Growin up knowin that no one is proactive
Soak up my emotions, they lowered his closed casket
My homies are throat slashers, gold snatchin, old masses
Gold fashion, throat bash, Girbaud for the Bo Jacksons
Coke addicts, all that they know is the gold habits
Won't catch a break, fumble the ball when they're throwin passes
No ladders, hit a low, you should know what the vocab is
Hoes flashed us back then, now they show us the whole package
Spin into the tree just like Jacqueline Onassis
Blow rappin, they told me it won't happen
Wished they would've told me I would owe taxes, I should own my own masters

[Chorus: Rittz] + (Candice Freeman)
Growin up you gon' live and you learn
One day the Lord above gonna give you a turn
And when he finally does, are you willin to work to go and get what you're worth?
Cause I can give you my word, you gotta (live and you learn)
You might've been through the worst
And it can make you stronger so forget what you heard
Just focus on the future, not the shit that occurred, this worm slither and squirm
The more you dig in the dirt, you gotta (live and you learn)

[Rittz]
Fuck diplomas, we ain't study much, plus the drugs corrupted us
Fuck instructions, we ain't know what structure was
Hustlers with dreams, my team would scheme then go stick up the plug
Take his shit and run out, we ain't cut out for construction jobs
Rhymin ain't my hobby, couple of my homies love the rush
Like the sight of blood and guts and fightin, guys would knuckle up
Think cause you got muscles you gon' win this scuffle? We gon' sucker punch you
Jump you, what the fuck, you thought that we was touchin gloves?
Usually dudes would grab they gun and bust you when they button's pushed
Murders and abductions, seein shit you can't recover from
Trust is gone the moment that your homie fucked the one you love
So now you're drunk as fuck and payin aces at the rub-and-tug
I got it comin/cummin cause I used to rub my nuts and cuss
Spittin in the food when I was cookin at the country club
But I was young and dumb
Destructive sayin fuck so-and-so, such and such, who is who, enough's enough

[Chorus]

[Rittz]
Uh, homies stealin crotch rockets, I watched 'em
Takin blowtorches to vacuums at car washes
The kid that sat beside me in class was an armed robber
Our fathers walked off, we lost morals, lost marbles
Stabbed Tate and shot Charles, who gon' fall out next?
The chick I went to school with, she a shot-out mess
She the type that shouldn't be allowed to pop out kids
She pregnant with another baby while she shot up meth
We a product of our environment, why are we so incapable?
Learnin from our mistakes to escape from what we afraid to move
A slave to all our vices, providin the price, we paid to lose
Became the prey to food for all the lions, tigers, sabertooths
I made it through, I'm like a ragin bull inside a china shop
I survived the shots they fired on the firin squad
I just tied the knot, I used to say my timing's off
Forgot a lot of shit but I remember I was taught growin up

[Chorus]

[Outro: Candice Freeman]
Live and you learn
Live and you learn
Live and you learn
Live and you learn

{"Motherfucker!"}