(chorus) It's your life, be stupid though (4x) 'cause you waste it
(Black C) Livin young life Where nothin nice runnin from the Think twice you lose your life gamblin with the 'cause it ain't nothin but a thing baby And all the hoes in the Point me crazy fade me If they had a pole I down the block givin props To my niggaz on the It won't stop and it quit 'cause the hoes can't with our shit I switch Up on that ass, If she try to fade a young nigga get mashed, bitch It's just a juice thang, deuce thang Kill that game, but still a nigga My business, my I'm lynchin Any mothafucka catch one of my loved ones slippin I jealousy up in the Point But I at the niggaz as I blaze up a chronic joint 'cause I don't off them bitch-made niggaz Or them gold-diggers, 'cause they don't know my known killers But I guess that's a victim tryin to a stripe And got caught up in that mothafuckin way of
(Mr. Cee) Livin my life man, be the fuckin shit nowdays niggaz actin like a fuckin trip And hoes try to get you lynched by your dick But all you gonna need a Medic quick this or saying that You might as well be a masseuse 'cause ya always talking 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 playa-hatin make it seem I really can But I have to play a role or perp to kick it to get a piece of ass or a free meal ticket Now I got a tape and these bustas hate me Just because they girl caught the and wanna date me But in the days it was always about my nigga And now you see a brotha up then you say his head is bigger But I'm the same-old same-old The only thing changed was my Levi's to Damn, it ain't right But that's just the shit I to go through 'cause I claim I'm livin the