Artist: Rittz Album: The Life and Times of Jonny Valiant Song: Same Shit, Different Day * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * Strange Music digital bonus track [Intro: Rittz] Y-y-ye-uh-yeah... Same shit, different day Yeah [Rittz] Cell phone keep ringin off the hook, it's my homeboy Timmy and he callin back-to-back I knew that something's wrong I could tell that he was outta breath on the phone and pissed off sayin "Dawg it's on" Said he was all alone at Citgo off of Old North Cross the street while when he started pumpin gas Some punks we had some beef with then'll pass Rolled up and they jumped his ass, his face busted bad I hung up and called the crew up Said I knew where these dudes live and we gotta do somethin Muh'fuckers tryna prove somethin Tryna have a dude jumped, four cars deep when we pulled up They was outside ready to start ringin and swingin brass knuckles and aluminum bats We do it to task, cause one of them ended up in a hospital He caught a knife, one in the back [Chorus: Rittz] But same shit different day Same shit different day, same shit different day Same shit different day Same shit different day, on the northside of the A Same shit different day Same shit different day, same shit different day Just somebody got robbed, somebody got sprayed Somebody got paid, so what up homie, what'dya say? The same shit different day [Rittz] A homeboy and his girl wanna grab a drink No nightclub, they just went and hit the local bar They've been datin for a month They were just in a long-term relationship but broke it off Lo and behold he saw his ex-girl in the same spot Tryna go without bein seen, close no cigar His ex-girl saw him started goin off She threw her glass of Nuvo and'll call his girl a hoe and caused a major conflict Then his ex said "You fuckin with the wrong bitch" She turned around then get a pool stick and hit her, she hit the ground quick He was tryna break it up but then he got surrounded Alcohol and blood stains on his outfit I guess that he done had enough He punched his ex in the face, knocked the bitch out cold Next thing you know the cops took him out in cuffs [Chorus] [Rittz] A dude turned his room into a studio He said his destiny was to make it in rap Dropped outta high school, never went to college Sold drugs on the side, he was savin his cash to try to fund himself, and everybody else that knew him knew he had the hustle and the talent it took to make it big one day, he was 'bout to come up But several years of tryin to make it he got down on his luck And got fucked signin contracts he never did read Endin up owin his phony managers G's Got busted sellin weed so he went to get a job Makin nothin and his girl got fed up and fleed I guess he, never achieved what he said he would be and couldn't live with himself, he's depressin these weeks So one night he took his own life, it's so trife Wrote a suicide letter to me The same shit different day, yeah... [Chorus] [Rittz] Same shit different day, same shit different day Same shit different day Same shit different day, on the northside of the A Same shit different day Same shit different day, same shit different day Just somebody got shot, they callin the cops The neighborhood watch, it's not much, and hey what'dya say? The same shit different day!