What Ya Life Like(Album Version (Explicit))

歌詞

(Freeway) I came up with my man, same hood, same age Witheld names to protect the guilty and Your boy Free was filthy, same clothes, different day Be the first to admit it, while niggaz claim to be willies, hey We cleaned up the first donny I drove Cooled up the first tommy I seen, follow the flow Smoke a timmy, with this semi, made his chimney move Nerves made his body shake, everybody froze So young with a pump and a mac Still manage to make it the magic, the bad kids On the block, with a bundle of crack, package of pills All heads will try to teach us to rhyme He said Muhammed walk with a sword, I roll with a gat This the same shit, different day, from times Now my man Book ain't writing me back So I figured, I'll try to reach 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac (Chorus: singer) We thuggin' for life Gonna take it, oww And then enough Ain't no mistakin' But it's for life, it's my life Not for the taking (Beanie Sigel) To all my boys in the hood, the East coast throw boy back From the land of them throw boys black I keep my toast in the hood, gon' squeeze Hope you throw yours back Come to the streets to bring my homeboys back Blew my mind out this piece, but I'm always back I got sheet in my air, like mac, fall away back Shiit, I'm trynna come way up And make the path so freak, I tear the runaway up Uh, my life a bitch with a period on But still I keep it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw And I don't know how to carry this bitch Sometime I wanna marry this bitch Sometimes I feel like quitting this whore But I can't cause it feel like, giving it all I've been on so fucking much, feel like my living was all But in my lifetime, I'm a deliver regrets Still with the evils, know that one day I'ma sit with the boss (Chorus) (Freeway) (Beanie Sigel) It's not even close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats It's the worst of both hoods, holla at 'em Mac (Follow up exact with the Mac, and the v Get back, if you happen to see, the Mac or Free, at where you be) I be where you at, I come where you live The cat untuckle the gat, manuever the thing (The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig, with ease Hear the feds trynna ruin the boss Sieg' Before they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Diallo Before I'm stuck like luima, I be up when you need it) And I'ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, puffin' my reefer Tuckin' my heater, duckin' your rounder, uh Tell 'em tricks they gonna die when I see 'em Let 'em know my friend colt 45 trynna meet with they mind But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the reason And Freeway the reason that you tied up in pajamas, uh (Chorus)