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barely remember when
My memories are stolen by the moming
Blotted out by the suns hypnotic eye
Today is the first day
Of the rest of my life
I wake
The street life is the only life I know

I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O.
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
march and hold hands like M-L-K
The nigga in me like Malcolm little said 'all means necessary'
So by all means I'm armed and my weapons ready
I got my
me
Not fearing death, just not ready yet
two stones to my brother, may his soul rest
retaliation is a must fool (huh)
some niggas don't play by no
jealous cause they know the P is deep up in it
On my way to Filmore to see JT
We ain't set tripping its all about some dope beats
But you got to watch
featuring Master P 



Verse 1 (Master P) 



Put his face on a T shirt 

and say ashes to ashes and dust to dirt 

I live my life nigga
[Master P]

Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
for you boy (My nigga)

[Master P]
Them boyz can't stop us
They got us loadin em choppaz
They wanna do it come pop it
Man we see em we drop em
That's
hands like MLK

The nigga in me like Malcolm Little said, "All means necessary"
So by all means, I'm armed and my weapon's ready
I got my lessons ready
Oh yeah 

this dope shit done got a lot of my niggas 

taken out the game 

And to my brother Kevin Miller  rest in peace fool 



Verse 1
robbin' and killin' my own kind, Lord forgive me 
blinded by this life of crime, God somebody hear me 
since the death of my momma, my life is filled with
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
[Music & lyrics - P. Craddick]

I am weighed down by this pain
I am blackened by this stain
But I can't complain
We have to choose and deal with
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da flavor-flav don't hide
n****z like a bid 
The prosecutor, runnin' up in your crib 
Do your dirt, I do my dirt all by my lonely 
It's only me, and the gat that's holdin' me
to move on
And live life to the fullest
Rest in peace to the God who took a bullet

rum up
I'm a find me some new p****, and buy me a Four-Runner

I walk wit a limp, 'cause my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
alone knock-a
A clock on my chest proves I don't fess
I'm a clock-a, rock-a rockin' wit-da-rest
Flavor in da house by chuck-d's side
Chuck got da
'Cause I know that I don't want to die
Sitting around watching my life go by

And what we take from this is what we'll get
And we haven't quite figured
of the tide
Standing strong all by itself - The rock's sticking out of the sea
If I cross I can rest there - The rock will always protect me
I get out -
around the rest of my life spit on, and kicked and hit with s*** every time 
I sung like R. Kelly as soon as "Bump and Grind" comes on. 
More pain inside
yellin' out hold that
Twenty, fifties or hundreds, you know I'm tryin' to fold that

[Chorus x2: Styles P]
I live my whole life for a green piece
crib, wrap you up in your Polo sheets
Six up in your wig piece, nigga decease
Muah!, may you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style, more sicker than