(chorus) It's life, don't be stupid though (4x) when you waste it
(Black C) Livin young life nothin nice runnin from the vice Think twice you lose your gamblin with the dice 'cause it nothin but a ninety thing baby And all the hoes in the Point drive me Can't me If they had a ten-foot I stroll down the 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 ass, fast If she try to fade a young nigga get mashed, bitch It's just a juice thang, mothafuckin deuce Kill game, but still a nigga maintain My business, my I'm lynchin Any mothafucka catch another one of my loved slippin I smell up in the Point But I laugh at the niggaz as I blaze up a chronic 'cause I don't trip off them bitch-made Or gold-diggers, 'cause 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 way of life
(Mr. Cee) Livin my life man, be the fuckin shit nowdays niggaz actin like a fuckin trip And punk hoes try to get you by your dick But all you impetrators gonna need a Medic this or saying that You might as well be a masseuse 'cause ya talking shit behind my Spreadin like 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 make it seem like I really can But I don't have to play a or perp to kick it to get a piece of ass or a free meal ticket Now I got a tape and these bustas wanna me Just because they caught the base and wanna date me But back in the days it was always about my And now you see a brotha comin up you say his head 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 I have to go through 'cause I claim I'm livin the