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