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