(chorus) It's your life, don't be stupid (4x) 'cause you waste it
(Black C) Livin young life Where nothin nice from the vice Think twice you lose life gamblin with the dice it ain't nothin but a ninety thing baby And all the hoes in the drive me crazy fade me If they had a pole I down the block givin props To my on the spot It won't and it won't quit 'cause the hoes can't with our shit I switch Up on that ass, If she try to fade a young nigga she'll get mashed, just a juice thang, mothafuckin deuce thang Kill game, but still a nigga maintain My business, my mission I'm Any mothafucka catch one of my loved ones slippin I smell up in the Point But I laugh at the niggaz as I up a chronic joint I don't trip off them bitch-made niggaz Or them gold-diggers, 'cause they don't my niggaz known killers But I guess a victim tryin to earn a stripe And got up in that mothafuckin way of life
(Mr. Cee) Livin my life man, must be the shit 'cause nowdays actin like a fuckin trip And punk try to get you lynched by your dick But all you impetrators gonna need a Medic Saying or saying that You might as well be a masseuse 'cause ya always talking shit my Spreadin rumors tumors And off my face on my poster in your 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 don't have to a role or perp to kick it Just to get a piece of ass or a free ticket Now I got a tape and these bustas 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 comin up then you say his is bigger But I'm still the same-old The only thing changed was my to Girbaud Damn, it ain't right But that's just the shit I to go through 'cause I claim I'm livin the