[nas]
to my niggaz.. huh..
we all we got..
letand's hold it down though, yand'know?
however itand's gonand' go down
this what we gotta deal with, yand'know?
yo..
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Itand's the life we chose, where friends become foes
and the doughand'll get you killed quicker than you know
this is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
and the only way out, is death or goin broke
this the life we chose, ainand't too many happy endings
thatand's why there ainand't too many happy niggaz in it
and iand'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo..
(but yo..) this life is the only life i know {*echoes}
[nas]
uhh, uhh, uhh
gold bathtubs, makin love to my queen
get my back rubbed, chardonnay, rollin up green
statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
my lifestyleand's like the forbes magazine
closets, full of rockets and submachines
take this nigga out the projects, and his thug team
yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
mr. child both coasts with the most loud toast
calicos roast yand'all folks, keep yand'all dyin
cause itand's hard to fuck around when we dealin with science
my enemies got money, so yand'all should watch how i play it
they never know we enemies until they hear me say it
til they kidand's on the phone sayin, andquot;please daddy pay itandquot;
til they brainand's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
high-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
you go against youand'd rather piss on an electrical fence
itand's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
youand'd be surprised, whoand'd be the one to put you to sleep
why you stink? yo these streets donand't allow you to blink
you get showered by lead, comin out with your mink
bow ties and tuxedos, bust eagles
dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the rico
itand's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trust
you a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck
and youand've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck
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[nas]
uhh, whatand's love when you donand't give your man enough dough?
he wanna stick you
whatand's love, you got beef?
nobody rollin wit you
whatand's love, you locked up, and your family donand't care
is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
whatand's real, when you know your manand's girl is a hoe
and you donand't even let him know, cause you fucked her befoand'
whatand's real, when you talk behind a manand's back
then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
whatand's trust, when they seperate your case
when you at your court date, your co-deand', canand't look in your face
whatand's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
and he never crossed you, but you claimin heand's famand'?
whatand's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz donand't retaliate?
they blaze purple haze with em the next day?
god forbid one of my niggaz get hit, iand'ma go haywire
wonand't hesitate, iand'ma spray fire
but everybodyand's different, you wonand't know how you react
til you in that position, and thatand's an actual fact
the hearts of men change as time goes on, whoand's wrong?
you was hungry when you stuck duke, he came back to buck you
whoand's wrong? foul all your life, now you 90
on your deathbed you regret bein grimy
whatand's lust, a bust nut? whatand's a thug?
a ghetto child raised around drugs, til heand's old enough to bust slugs?
then whatand's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse
when he come home to catch another case?
lifeand's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
you did it, heaven or hell or prison
who knows when your clockand'll stop tickin, get your weight up
save up before itand's over neighbor, i told ya
you gettin older player, look at those who gave up
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