Chorus:
iand'm pushinand' down the ave. no one lookinand' good
iand'm bagginand' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
iand'm pushinand' down the ave. no one lookinand' good
iand'm bagginand' stones niggas diamonds up against that wood.
Iand'm pimpinand' down the ave. you know iand'm lookinand' tight
these jealous niggas looking at me and my car so shife.
wanna take my life, and wanna jack, but i see all through that,
never let these bitch niggas take whatand's mine nigga never do that
whoand's says heand's going through a thang when yaand'll ainand't never lied.
i gotta a baby but itand's momma act like he ainand't mine.
wicked women using children to live on
when i hurt and try to hate cause she knows the thrill is gone
say man i stop smokinand' with haters back in 94
but niggas thinkinand' that a sweeps gone get the through my door
and niggas talk alot of shit in a safe place,
i know cause he canand't look me eye-to-eye when he in my face
now nigga listen to my thesis, see just what i mean
nigga i ride dirty everyday, but still i shine so clean
glitter and gleam, and all what it look like
so i keep swanginand' i hear clanging tryinand' to live my life
Chorus (2x)
I see these niggas and days go and come
and fo me just to wake, iand'm know iand'm pissed
i grab my cis and i split my sista with my bunk
some of my sweets be tight and some of my sweets be fucked up
but all of my sweets gonna blow so killas smoke get sucked up
i looked up today and didnand't fall prey to none of that pistol play
but who is to say tomorrow they wonand't be blastinand' this-a-way
iand'm puffinand' spliffs of hay still upset about the drama here
at this time of year iand'm wipinand' away my dead homey mommaand's tears... shit..
but naturally them fuckinand' laws is always after me
so i have to be in that matter on that 5-0-3
iand'm livinand' dastardly
must be all about survival g
these niggas passinand' me streets keep on gettinand' live with me.
they say there has to be another way but i ainand't feelin that.
they try to steal a lad, and my wig they wanna peel it back.
but still the fact remains. itand's all about the game swanginand' bang
peace to e-s-g and all the victims of the game
Chorus (3x)
Iand'm pimpinand' through the ave. tryinand' to see some good
but everythang is still the same in my neighborhood
niggas frown when you up and smile when you down
and when you change for the better shife fools stop cominand' around
i see the jealousy and hate, the wicked ways
we all lost children, pray for papers, and smokinand' our lives away
got to the point where i could not decipher day from night
she say she love me but all we do now is fuckinand' fight
my conscience fuck with me so much i canand't eat or sleep
the other side is sellinand' dope and out there runninand' the streets
and even though iand'm gaining street fame cominand' from this rap game
lust for thankinand' and compulsive drankinand' is a normal thang
some get erased and misplaced tryinand' to win the race
some try to hold on to there place by smokinand' with lace
but see drugs and plastic thugs ainand't gonna change the hood
iand'm smokinand' skunk and poppinand' the truck to make me feel good.
Chorus (2x)
So itand's your life...
