To my huh, we all we got hold it down though, y'know? However gon' go down what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo
It's the we chose, where friends become foes And the get you killed quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake and hoes And the only way out is death or goin'
This the life we chose, ain't too many happy That's why there ain't too many happy in it And I'll admit it, this life is up but yo, but yo This life is the only life I
Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, up green Statues, marble floors, rare on my wall My like the Forbes Magazine
Closets, of rockets and submachines Take this out the projects and his thug team Yo we past street lights, ill rides Mr. Child both coasts the most loud toast
Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science My enemies got money, so should watch how I play it They never we enemies until they hear me say it
Till kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it" Till they on the floor, mixed on the pavement elegance, you respect or you hiss You go against you'd piss on an electrical fence
It's strategic, how these want you to think You'd be surprised, be the one to put you to sleep Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to You get by lead, comin' out with your mink Bow ties and tuxedos, Eagles
Dump and acid, then they rush with the Rico It's hard with niggaz you hope you can trust You a fool if your main bitch is easy to And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or Shit is devious, wantin' you stuck
It's the we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker you know This is the life we chose, fake snakes and hoes And the way out is death or goin' broke
the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many happy in it And I'll admit it, this life is up but yo This life is the only I know
Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man dough? He stick you What's love, you got Nobody rollin' wit you love, you locked up, and your family don't care Is a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What's real, when you know man's girl is a hoe And you don't even let him know, you fucked her befo' What's real, when you talk a man's back Then you see him and give him dap, now that?
What's trust, when they separate case When you at your court date, your co-de', can't in your face What's trust, when you keep your wife from your man? And he crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your don't retaliate? They purple haze with 'em the next day? God one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire Won't hesitate, I'ma fire
But everybody's different, you won't how you react you in that position, and that's an actual fact The of men change as time goes on, who's wrong? You was when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all life, now you 90 On your you regret bein' grimy What's lust, a nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised around drugs, till old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to or to make a nigga worse When he home to catch another case? about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it You did it, heaven or hell or
Who knows when your stop tickin', get your weight up Save up before it's neighbor, I told ya You gettin' older player, look at who gave up
It's the we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you This is the life we chose, bring snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or broke
This the life we chose, ain't too many endings That's why there too many happy niggaz in it And admit it, this life is fucked up but yo This life is the only I know