'all life, I'ma live my life, 'cause this my life. My life, and I'ma live it how I live it; Everything that I done, I thank God I'm still living. My life
go my Hummer line H3, Dre beats beatin like the drummer line Rollin? with my niggas, peace to my bitches Lets have a pool party & go swimmin? in my riches
: 2'11] Gimme everythang nigga, this the 2'11 Run upon 'em, pull the pistol out, my .87 (Cla-Clack!) Blood money, yeah we cashin' out mills (Okayye!)
it down I'm a little boy, but live a big man's life I got girls passin' up wanna be my wife I got grown women wanna be in my life By the time I reach
Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy The spinners, on my Navi to tease me With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might
know what we bout boy Yah you know Where my souljas at WhatWhat Where my whordies at WhatWhat Bounce, shake Lets do this Throw your hands up, from my
perfect Cause that's the only thing that I've ever been, ohh And when I look back on my life it's all worth it Because I know I know my people believe
bling show Driveway like a dealership, don't walk no more We wiling out, all day, all night Cus this is my life, my life, my life... [Hook]
up, I be in a dream Livin' a nightmare, go halkin' with Stephen King You work with a butcher knife, be lookin' like Wolverine I run with my dead folks, my life
love you maestro) Yeah, that's what my fans will shout But don't sweat my dick yet, wait 'til my album's out 'cause there's more up my sleave And like
Niggaz scheme on my team, 'cause we be big Yo, you can try to bring prime mills to the real Lost Boyz losin' pride in the program Sutures in my coat
my nerves I'm from 504 we ain't no joke Nigga give up your fucking dope Master p Grab a camera take a flick Miller boyz and tru click Bustas get dealt
just beginning..ha ha [silkk the shocker] It's like the world watchin the miller boyz Got em to prove innocent They got me strapped up, phone tapped up Keep my
down like this {Let's go} It was all a dream, I used to read Vibe magazine Puffy and Biggie up in the limousine Hangin' posters on my wall Michael Jackson, Boyz
makin' it happen Bitch check it, ya heard me Nigga back in the day I used to dream about fortune and fame Jump in the game and you expect my life to
I stretch my D., ya'll dudes want my recipe? Here's what ya'll do, hit the lab, write an album or two Then I might let you sign my shoe, that's just how
Before my mother starts bitchin bout my friends About to go and damn near went blind Young niggaz at the pad throwin up gang signs Ran in the house and grabbed my
