(chorus) It's your life don't be stupid though (4x) Cuz when you waste it
(Black C) Livin that young life Where nothin nice runnin from the vice Think twice you lose your life gamblin with the dice Cuz it ain't nothin but a ninety thing baby And all the hoes in the Point drive me crazy Can't fade me If they had a ten foot pole I stroll down the block givin props To my niggaz on the spot It won't stop and it won't quit Cuz the hoes can't fuck with our shit I switch Up on that ass, fast If she try to fade a young nigga she'll get mashed, bitch It's just a juice thang, mothafuckin deuce thang Kill that game, but still a nigga maintain My business, my mission I'm lynchin Any mothafucka catch another one of my loved ones slippin I smell jealousy up in the Point But I laugh at the niggaz as I blaze up a chronic joint Cuz I don't trip off them bitch-made niggaz Or them gold-diggers, cuz they don't know my niggaz known killers But I guess that's a victim tryin to earn a stripe And got caught up in that mothafuckin way of life
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(Mr. Cee) Livin my life man, must be the fuckin shit Cuz nowdays niggaz actin like a fuckin trip And punk hoes try to get you lynched by your dick But all you impetrators gonna need a Medic quick Saying this or saying that You might as well be a masseuse cuz ya always talking shit behind my back Spreadin rumors like tumors And crossin off my face on my poster in your girl's room And um, I never asked to be the man But the way these niggaz be playa-hatin make it seem like I really can But I don't have to play a role or perp to kick it Just to get a piece of ass or a free meal ticket Now I got a tape and these bustas wanna hate me Just because they girl caught the base and wanna date me But back in the days it was always about my nigga And now you see a brotha comin up then you say his head is bigger But I'm still the same-old same-old The only thing changed was my Levi's to Girbaud Damn, it just ain't right But that's just the shit I have to go through cuz I claim I'm livin the life