corner That's right, love y'all niggas [1 - T$] This is for the baller bitch, you all a bitch My nigga's never call her bitch, we all be rich [Fox] So
I take hoes, an break hoes, an hoes is stayin mobile, really though doe is what I love, so what's up? nigga who you tellin, that life always been tough
all niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click So when you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch It's Screwed Up Click 4 Life [Chorus
ain't got no loot I ain't tryin' to sell drugs I ain't tryin' to shoot I'm tryin' to be a good nigga even wearin? a suit But the only job I got is to
ate shit 'til y'all tasted life had my moms screaming "Jay don't waste your life" But me and my Ace is tight moving base at night Lace your nights, you
X be the niggas that I care for Holdin' down this foundation, Mister Jason Balled head baby face and I stay laced and When you pay good you play good
niggaz that I care for Holding down this foundation, Mr. Jason bald head, baby faced and I stay laced and When you pay good, you play good, stay good
nothing my mother said ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is
ain't ate shit 'till y'all tasted life Had my mom saying Jay don't waste your life But me and my ace is tight moving base at night Lace your nights
Be cool, fool They ain't gonna roll up, all they want is fucking doughnuts So why the fuck he keep lookin'? I guess to get his life token I just came
, every day And then you work so hard til ya hair turn grey Let me tell you about life, and 'bout the way it is You see we live by the gun, so we die
gets sunning All feelings though, we all grow wit' this buckle I recognized life is a deal, cards and a shuffle Everything revolves around me, I couldn't see that 25 to Life
to nothing my mother said ay yo i hold niggas ransom for money like johhny handsome been sonning niggas for so long i think i got a grandson my passion is
all good) Word up baby all good in every hood. (Queensbridge) Word up you hood nawsayin'? (Iraq) Left rack and all adat yo my hood word up gotta rep together son word up for life
And back by the bar playing cards looking hard Was big bad Solomon Jones And watching over his luck Was the love of his life Is the lady that was known
everyday, and then you work so hard Til' your hair turn gray, let me tell you 'bout life and the way it is You see we live by the gun so we die by the
Game's been good to me I don't care what it did to them The game's been good to me Oh, you think life is yours? Life ain't na somethin' you can rap with
with permanent ink! We survivors here, free and clear, no life im leadin' Just a sick beat laced, and a fat blunt to get weeded Just a sick beat laced