To my niggaz

Huh

We all we got

Let's hold it down though y'know

However it's gon' go down

This what we gotta deal with y'know

Yo

It's the life we chose where friends become foes

And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know

This is the life we chose bring fake snakes and h*es

And the only way out is death or goin broke

This the life we chose ain't too many happy endings

That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it

And I'll admit it this life is f**ked up but yo

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 lifestyle'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 y'all folks keep y'all dyin

Cause it's hard to f**k around when we dealin with science

My enemies got money so y'all should watch how I play it

They never know we enemies until they hear me say it

'Til they kid's on the phone sayin Please daddy pay it

'Til they brain's on the floor mixed on the pavement

High-class elegance you respect or you hiss

You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence

It's strategic how these niggaz want you to think

You'd be surprised who'd be the one to put you to sleep

Why you stink Yo these streets don't allow you to blink

You get showered by lead comin out with your mink

Bow ties and tuxedos bust Eagles

Dump d**gs and acid then they rush with the Rico

It's hard f**kin with niggaz you hope you can trust

You a fool if your main b***h is easy to f**k

And you've got money -is these h*es greedy or what

S**t is devious ex-friends wantin you stuck

Uhh what's love when you don't give your man enough dough

He wanna stick you

What's love you got beef

Nobody rollin wit you

What's love you locked up and your family don't care

Is love a four-letter word that deceives the air

What's real when you know your man's girl is a h*e

And you don't even let him know cause you f**ked her befo'

What's real when you talk behind a man's back

Then you see him and give him dap now explain that

What's trust when they seperate your case

When you at your court date your co-de' can't look in your face

What's trust when you keep your wife away from your man

And he never crossed you but you claimin he's fam'

What's trust when you get bust your niggaz don't retaliate

They blaze purple haze with em the next day

God forbid one of my niggaz get hit I'ma go haywire

Won't hesitate I'ma spray fire

But everybody's different you won't know how you react

'Til you in that position and that's an actual fact

The hearts of men change as time goes on who's wrong

You was hungry when you stuck Duke he came back to buck you

Who's wrong Foul all your life now you 90

On your deathbed you regret bein grimy

What's lust a bust nut What's a thug

A ghetto child raised around d**gs 'til he's old enough to bust slugs

Then what's jail to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse

When he come home to catch another case

Life's about decisions you choose it you gotta live it

You did it heaven or hell or prison

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin get your weight up

Save up before it's over neighbor I told ya

You gettin older player look at those who gave up