(chorus) It's life, don't be stupid though (4x) 'cause when you it
(Black C) Livin that young Where nothin nice runnin the vice Think twice you lose your life gamblin with the it ain't nothin but a ninety thing baby And all the hoes in the Point drive me fade me If had a ten-foot pole I stroll down the block props To my niggaz on the It won't and it won't quit 'cause the can't fuck with our shit I switch Up on ass, fast If she try to fade a young nigga she'll get mashed, It's just a thang, mothafuckin deuce thang Kill that game, but still a maintain My business, my I'm lynchin Any mothafucka catch another one of my loved ones I smell jealousy up in the But I laugh at the as I blaze up a chronic joint 'cause I don't trip off them niggaz Or them gold-diggers, they don't know my niggaz known killers But I guess that's a tryin to earn a stripe And got caught up in that mothafuckin way of
(Mr. Cee) Livin my life man, be the fuckin shit 'cause niggaz actin like a fuckin trip And punk try to get you lynched by your dick But all you impetrators gonna a Medic quick this or saying that You might as well be a masseuse 'cause ya talking shit behind my Spreadin rumors tumors And crossin off my face on my poster in your room And um, I never to be the man But the way these niggaz be make it seem like I really can But I don't have to play a role or perp to it Just to get a piece of ass or a meal ticket Now I got a tape and these wanna hate me Just because they girl caught the and wanna date me But back in the days it was about my nigga And now you see a brotha up then you say his head is bigger But I'm still the same-old The only thing changed was my to Girbaud Damn, it just right But that's just the shit I have to go through I claim I'm livin the