Lyrics:
This is a real life jack in progress. Nigga give up your shit or take
two tha chest with tha cripness
cuz I aint fuckn around G,so take a look
your stuff with talcum too)
(Madlib)
Made the block gobble up ya future too
And ya hit come up in the jones on you
You go from one bag a day to two,
Whussup son
Thats right, Lil' Poot up in this piece fool!
Lil' Shank and Foe Foe reppin' the Ryda Clique
All my niggas that be puttin' it down
jack
I doubled up and tripled that, soldiers where your pistols at?
Life wrong move lose the gift of that
Why they callin us the most consistent?
I spent my days grinding
Now I'm getting paid by them
I was raised by'em
I ain't never been fake bout'em
It ain't that hard to find me
I'm always
But still be a cold day in Hell when you hear that
Guru or Premier ever tell suckers get sales
But they fail in the long run that kid who went gold yo
a knife
And livin' trifed on the regular
Buckin' out competitors
See 'em fake a move and chase
'em down like the fuckin' Predator
Get in trouble every day
want to fuck with niggas in khakis
But hoe i bet for the dough
You quick to jack that ass like a 4
So quit fronting on a nigga and lick these and bitch
got nothing to bring me joy in life
Like im fighting demons but in losing fights
Smile durin the day gone by the night
When i talk bout my feelings that
Apple Jack in my Apple Jacks
Gotta stay lit when I’m sober can’t handle that
… Nah
Life so crazy all I know to do is ball
Life too short ima live it til
without a brain
And in days you'll feel the same
And one day man will realize
The slaves are the wise men to the fools
Don't you jump ahead before you even
[Napoleon] (talking)
Outlawz... could never touch the kids in the ghetto man
That's where I'm from..... man
[Chorus]
This is our life
Even tho'
to reconcile
I rather be in prison or in hell
First thing's first lemme set some ground rules
Don't be a snitch to impress your bitches
Don't be a fool n think
I was once a broken man
I was once a broken fool
Lost my wife and children
To one basic broken rule
Now I live my life in silence
Though I'm not
of the siamese
Twins in we're back in the nineties
Back to a time that's divided
By Batman, Mad Max and Macgyver
But remind us, why would I wanna go
Back
a fact of life, now man and wife
Work full time to just get by
And when we're home all
It's gonna be is me and you
But when in Rome, do as the Romans
Hey
You seem to have an awful lot to say
They
Don't see the silly little games you always play
Crying in the moonlight
Waste away the day
Trying hard
right
I guess its ordinary wanna throw you out my whole life
Friendships always last if they're real but this complicated
Open slot in my chest or is it
Throughout my life I try my best to be wise
Surrounded by stupidity, the fuck is wrong with these guys
Talent is not measured by views, streams or buys
So how
back to the bottle. I swore id never go back again
You can tell by the wobble, I put up these walls and they're cavin in
I'm an addict, falling back
a distance watched life change in an instant
I swear I hate reminiscing sometimes it's painful as hell you on your way I can tell
Hate to say our farewells but
New day imma chase my ambition
Everybody got the aim but they lack precision
They wanna throw they life so they end up gone o missin
This my
for wealth
Look in the mirror, nigga ask yourself
Who's really real
We just had the deadliest day in Iraq
So I called my brother just to hear him talk
me at a racin' track
Laced in black, bettin' on a horse called Amazin' Jack
Joey Crack's the illest, fully backed my killaz
Hoppin' outta 18 wheelas,
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