The Life lyrics
It's a new day in the rap game! Nobody sells records but Shyne
Po!
[Verse 1] My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret
nothin' I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain't frontin' at Fifteen
I sold my first bag of dope used to stick Dominicans, burner under the
coat gettin' like 15 grams, a half a Ki at Fifteen man, a nigga just glad
to be gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth he knew
some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique to hold 'em down, shoot niggas in
the head throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread basically
I'm enforcin' around heavy coke, when nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the
portion they wasn't missin' it so I got my hustle on the side, flippin'
it sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor but I always knew
I'd turn a big apple into cider.
Niggas...niggas just ain't built like
me... stand up niggas...since 15 I been servin' fiends and loadin'
magazines... takin' shots..burnin' blocks.. this ain't no fuckin'
rap.
[Verse 2] Everything was everything 'till my Man got
pinched he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct other
than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product, straight white powder
now, gettin' it the hardest nigga in the street my first car was a 190
Benz with Louie Vaton seats buyin' out the bar at the rooftop I had a few
spots one called the jukebox where I was gettin' like 50 a brick 2 or 3
bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sick my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook
was torchin' any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion shit was
goin' right and only one better when I got my Italian connect, hittin' me
with pure Heroin moved to 116th, started seein' real dinero then empire
buildin', the shit was takin' flight had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's
a night mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii I was the first Black nigga
with mafia ties leased my soul to the Devil with the option to
buy.
Yo..bangin' for real.. niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin'
laundromat.. we washin' this money... you think this shit is about
rhymes... you'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground...you know?.. we
get low when the Feds is in town.. this is justice.. we playin' the pop
charts and still lettin' them things pop off...
[Verse 3] At 21 I was
a legend, had the game transformed controllin' manufacturin' and distribution
of Heron throughout the tri-state, high stakes I spent Hundreds of Thou's
out of paper bags you couldn't name a car I ain't have every minute new
tags Seven series to the Five-Sixty drop nigga I was givin' away blocks
nigga fast cars, fast money, slow deaths this things of ours had me
doin' a hundred miles an hour through the City evadin' the Feds started
this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge not to fuck each
others bitches or touch each others riches on top or broke never break
this oath every nigga in the counsel was a boss we used to put coke on our
dick and make bitches suck it off it was alright 'till I got
caught charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight behind Marion steel
gates niggas started shittin', actin' bizarre drivin' my cars, fuckin' my
broads, breakin' the laws same niggas I took care of and got money wit' was
on some funny shit if I was different I'd snitch what would you do if you
got Millions with niggas and they had no love for ya? couldn't pay for ya
lawyer I figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot? I'll be out in Ten,
start over again throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it you
couldn't understand it of you ain't been through it there's rules to this
shit and I couldn't break 'em death before dishonor 'till I meet Satan...I
know he's waitin'.
God forgive me...you've never seen a nigga like me in
your life... I'm what these lil' niggas rap about... thats me they talkin'
'bout in they rhymes... I did that time...I flipped that
dime... shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles... The
Life...love it.
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