(feat. Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo) This rap shit plays a major part IN my life So if you jeapordize it I got the right To send a mothafucka at you tonight
you take the pressure,that's what we go'n see- go'n see [50 Cent] This is a cry for mercy,I promise My success would be the death of you Low and
can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what
masters, well dressed on the Elfquest I severed your test-press and never felt stress I melt flesh, which helps death reclaim the lame I hang frames
[Verse 1] You can take your last breath, put your vinyl to rest No fight to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words
know and everywhere I go I'm trying to lay low Can't afford to get in no trouble because I'm on parole I'm trying to live life right God knows with
can get it Get it get it nigga I can get it Get it get it nigga we can get it Whoa the sky never seemed so low Looking at a life you never seen so close
gone down Money's gettin' shallow and weak Well, the place I love best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality
you find us All the nigga know what the hood like In the streets gotta get that good life Sellin that yea up under the street light It's the hood life
you had still everyday your always taking life from me i thought you loved me why did you have to go and take my life from me take my life from me
(Thirstin Howl): I hit harder Than Forman Landing both both gloves to a low blow With no cup Leave you Speech-less like when Arrested Development broke
baby, Fendi furs I ain't tight with the chips girl I'm down to splurge If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play
through the valley of the shadow of death New York to Cali for the money, power, respect It's a journey, some'll get left behind coz in life you cannot
Dave [Pos] Y'all silly, you're just a civili', I'm a soldier Troopin in this path til the death won us over So if life is a party begin, to understand
Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D. Dot beat (hit me baby) Sometimes I get drunk, for stress relief Other times I put "Life After Death" on and peep
creased, golf hat, feelin sporty Low ridin and tossin up a forty Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles I found life