we belong In this life I don't wanna run away I don't wanna sacrifice Say you'll be here with me You could give me the strength to carry on In this life
Nas] [T.I.:] Yea Yea. No roof. Live life topless can't nobody stop this. A this the D.R. Charger saving artists out da E R. Bring em back to life beats
tour bus full of old guitars My own star on Hollywood Boulevard Somewhere between Cher and James Dean is fine for me (So how you gonna do it?) I'm gonna trade this life
them +Playboy+ books and +Hustler+ - mayne +Honeys+ and +Black Tails+ (uhh) the +King+ magazines (yeah) The +Maxim+ or the "Eye Candy" +Jet Beauty Queens
fuck I'll settle out Ghetto'd out in the vehicle Bent These days I mellowed out, see success make a fella content Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy
, now you're near in my life all my fear Beautiful, come to me, now I am, someone watching over me [Black Star] Like the stars outnumbered, you are so
: [Chorus:] What happens when you get involved? Niggas start telling lies (start telling lies) Both wanna be involved But loves like suicide Now that
To see Donald-D's ultimate Superfly ride It was black, it was low, cost twice that of my Porsche A Testarossa Ferrari, convertible of course It purred like a jet
and stare Livin' my life is just so hard to do Makin' deals a million one or two Buyin' new cars for my entire crew Matching Ferrari's, E's black, mine
I Talking] Ay my nigga I'm the type of stars and stripes you know what I'm saying, you come fuck with me on that bullshit you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes
This is the life, nigga that's the life Guns n' roses mafia proses Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes This is the life, nigga that's the life
[Chorus] What happens when you get involved? N-ggas start telling lies (start telling lies) Both wanna be involved But loves like suicide Now that your
, wonderin' when they could cop shit First lady, Ruff Ryder, honey got the hot shit Star-bound, money now, for jet-black drop shit Eve guarantee, betcha' niggaz wanna pop this
handle this Pimping ain't no easy thing And some of these chicks are scandalous But I'm a player and I say I gotta be the man for this, I love you I
In White Im in All Black It's About To Get Real Grimmy So Somebody say Dj Pull Up The Track Ow Shut This Down Aint Hear Nothing Like This Since Pow
'll be your blood we mopping Talk about that major flavor, keyed up, cut like a razor Lyrically I stake and bake ya, you can see I get that paper Wear jet black
tour bus full of old guitars My own star on Hollywood Boulevard Somewhere between Cher And James Dean is fine for me (So how you gonna do it?) I'm gonna trade this life
yo' paper proper in Savanna If life's a bitch..I gotta have her Whateva! Ain't shit gonna work unles we all work together. [chorus 2] In this cold world
