Lyrics:
and the treble hit like a .38 special
A rebel, I live this life just to help you
Don't need a medal, my violet heart on heavy level
Might need a shovel, pick up
move
Now everybody know I'm a fool that's on a come up move
Bitch I thought'cha knew I'm from that 1-2-3
From that Nolia, still a soldier down with
[Intro - Kurupt (Krook)]
Yeah, My Life
Kurupt Young Gotti, Why everybody mad
(The life I live) (Yeah..)
Yeah, Lifes a bitch homie
[Hook - Krook]
enjoying all the sugar cane
What you're hearing is the smoothest rhythm from my brain
Live your life for you, and never try to entertain
These phony niggas
anything, I'll buy you any ring
And im in pieces, Baby fix me
And just shake me til' you wake me from this bad dream
Chorus:
One love
My one heart
My one life
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
to Get Better
Or
Wild Wild Woman
By Your Smith
Or Forest Whitaker
By Bad Books
Do you have any regrets?
Oh yeah
Plenty
I've seen these music docs
Good to go
Only Straight fire
Smoke three more
Out the door
We Get higher
Feeling vibes from my pocket
Evidence of something popping
Snatch my keys up
change)
How you gonna live your life with a dime? (just change)
In a pickle for a nickel, nah for real (just change)
Have a penny for your time, when I say
spinning
I've been tripping since like 3am, I'm still winning
Am I still winning? Yeah
Am I still winning? I got my foot in the door, bitch
I put my foot in
don't see it like I see it then you see it wrong
We October 3rd niggas like me and Kwe'
Life got me in a state on the interstate
And all I'm thinking
"Alright, cool, Jay"
But I gotta be at work by 3, it's midday
I can't go in smelling like weed, he said
"Okay" stop by the cheap tobacco store
Two swishers
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
we go to the wrasslin' matches and let off
a little steam?"
Now I'd never seen the matches before
And by the time we reached that arena door
better have a life insurer
Blood thirsty, I got sharks in the water
And trust me, I know a killer whale, no orca
Have you ever seen a nightmare
wey, vámonos
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you
about a dollar but we came for change
“I can’t breathe” (Nah) has really been the moniker
Tryna live life, but we can’t ‘til Your Honor call
Set me free
It's 3 in the morning
I'm awaken by the sound of the doorbell
Thoughts going through my mind
Pitch black, my eyes are blind
So I'm getting up to see
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
loss
Ma younger brother been looking ma face
No, the life ain't fair
How can a mother be on probation
And leave two children to live on donation
This is
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
a long life, better pinch yourself,
Put your face together, better get it right
It's a long life, better hit yourself
Put your face together, better
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