(chorus) It's your life, be stupid though (4x) when you waste it
(Black C) Livin young life nothin nice runnin from the vice Think twice you lose life gamblin with the dice 'cause it ain't nothin but a ninety thing And all the hoes in the Point me crazy Can't me If they had a ten-foot I stroll the block givin props To my niggaz on the It won't stop and it quit the hoes can't fuck 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, mothafuckin thang that game, but still a nigga maintain My business, my I'm lynchin Any mothafucka another one of my loved ones slippin I jealousy up in the Point But I laugh at the niggaz as I up a chronic joint 'cause I don't trip off bitch-made niggaz Or them gold-diggers, 'cause they don't know my known killers But I guess that's a tryin to earn a stripe And got caught up in mothafuckin way of life
(Mr. Cee) Livin my man, must 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 need a quick this or saying that You might as well be a 'cause ya always talking shit behind my Spreadin rumors like And crossin off my face on my poster in girl's room And um, I never to be the man But the way these niggaz be playa-hatin make it seem like I can But I have to play a role or perp to kick it Just to get a piece of ass or a free meal Now I got a tape and these wanna hate me Just because girl caught the base and wanna date me But in the days it was always about my nigga And now you see a brotha comin up then you say his head is But I'm still the same-old The only changed was my Levi's to Girbaud Damn, it ain't right But that's just the shit I have to go through 'cause I I'm livin the