Lyfe Jennings Must Be Nice Remix lyrics

It must be nice, damn right it's nice
Wish you could get in my shoes, baby
It's crazy, man, a thug love letter for you foes
A thug love letter

A thug love letter written in mimosas for ink
Pen wobbles on paper, Hypnotiq, I'm chaser
I spit the escape for prisoners of paper
Couples in trouble, good people with bad nature

Temptations, me and the queen, a better team
Than Kareem and Worthy, in that new SL early
Me and Ms. Purty, happy, live through me
Vicariously, I made it safe for gangstas to marry, life

Must be nice, having someone
Who understands the life you live
Must be nice, having someone
Who's slow to take and quick to give

Must be nice, having someone
Who sticks around when the rough times get thick
Someone who's smile is bright enough
To make the projects feel like a mansion

Must be nice, having someone
Who loves you despite your faults
Must be nice, having someone
Who talks the talk but also walks the walk

Must be nice, having someone
Who understands that a thug has feelings too
Someone who loves you for sho'
You just remember to never let 'em go

Even when your hustling days are gone
She'll be by your side, still holding on
Even when those 20's stop spinning
And all those gold-digging women disappear
She'll still be here

Must be nice, having someone
You can come home to from a long day of work
Must be nice, having someone
You don't have to show they know exactly where it hurts


Must be nice, having someone
Who trusts you despite what they've heard
Someone as mighty as a lion
But still as gentle as a bluebird

Must be nice, having someone
You don't have to tell, you don't want to be alone
Must be nice, having someone
You can grow old with until God calls y'all home

Must be nice, having someone
Who understands that a thug has feelings too
Someone who loves you for sho'
You never let 'em go

Even when your hustling days are gone
She'll be by your side, still holding on
Even when those 20's stop spinning
And all those gold-digging women disappear
She'll still be here

My man just came home, talking that, "I'ma get rich" stuff
He ain't stitched up, being he was sent up
Inside a maximum prison, he laughing and grinning
On the streets again, relaxing with women

Asked if I've been in the Oscar awards?
Have I driven the most popular cars
Sitting in Maybachs with stars?
What's happening, Nas?

I say, "I stay grounded
My paper, don't count it
Just notice I'm glowing
Just watch and keep growing"

Even when your hustling days are gone
She'll be by your side, still holding on
Even when those 20's stop spinning
And all those gold-digging women disappear
She'll still be here