check, they get pregnent That aint right for a bucket strait blood You want to wreck a niggaz life worth 200$ a month Im gona let you see and see that life
I'm coming with a rolls, some kicks, and some dick There's one thing worse then a chick saying "I just want chedda" Uh-oh, that's a motherfuckin' child's support
arms Lovin' life 'cause I felt my lights almost turnin' off But I gotta second lease on my feast and it's drawn Then I'm straight fo' my homies always there fo' support
Which reminds me - We have to make a detour tonight Anyone who wants can come alone ANGEL Life Support's a group for people coping with life You don'
I need something in my life to straighten me out Let's rent this shed, we'll do vocals in the bog Call toast pr tell 'em we've opened up shop Campaign
relief When the world is weighin' down on me I pop a top, I take a shot, I drop a pill Turn the radio up, sit back and chill Pretend my life is a bed
' nightmares stalkin' Recipes that they taught you Government pays my rent So what they say it must be true Friends and lovers undercover Supporting what
sisters realize, some sisters won't Keep it real to my sisters in the streets you see Understand the street knowledge was your only key {Melachi The Nutcracker} Recreation of life
do nah... des craka'z wanna take my ride... dey wanna take me away fo'life... see my body can't take nomo... it's like a yung nigga life so wrong... no
I'd counterfeit to make you happy, you're so much bolder I'd force a smile, I'd rub your shoulders I might just live my life working under some white
Best cuts, diamond sittin' sideways, like they sit in the cup You can pour Goose on it, juice on it, two Jamaican sluts On the streets, cousin, word life
White House in his scope They push pop music like a religion, anorexic celebrity driven, financial fantasy fiction Contradiction cause the life we was given resembles life
(feat. Zo-Zer) [Intro: Zo-Zer] Ay, this is life man, niggaz out here talkin rappin about shit you ain't never seen or had no parts in, youknowhatI'msayin
[Hook - 2x] My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys
through the hole with the do' swangin But I make moves -- shake them tricks up out they shoestrings Be more precise when we do things Cause life like
Then I ask myself "How do I survive?" [Verse 1: Young Buck] How can I tell ya'll to stop sellin' bricks? Thats the way that man choose to pay his rent
ass swisher sweet Then I ask myself, Will I survive? [Verse 1:] How can I tell you Imma stop sellin bricks That's that way man choose to pay his rent