[Juelz Santana] Lemme see you do this C'mon, lemme tell you about the facts of life
[Chorus: Theme song from "Facts of Life"] You take the good, you take the bad You take em both and there you have The facts of life, the facts of life
You take the good, you take the bad You take em both and there you have The facts of life, the facts of life
[Juelz Santana] Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad I tried to take em both man, look what I have - nothin Look what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted Nothin to do but sell drugs to the public - fuck it I'm on these corners hustlin eighths of crack From the day to the night, to the day come back and these hoes'll try to get you for cribs and get you for loot Stick you with kids you didn't produce Sorry lady but I'm just spittin the truth Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - fuck em See it's a fact niggaz is dogs Just like it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen whippin the raw Gettin it hard on the corners, dishin it off Hopin the cops never catch me and ship me up north The hustle's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me Stuck in this lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon
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[Cam'ron] Killa, facts of life, facts of life, facts of life I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how could I not have it? Ice drippin down my neck, even the lock lavish But my most prized possession - cop badges That I got from a scuffle with these cop bastards I unlock handcuffs, my cockmatics I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics I'm not average, my old school, stop passed it Seen my principal, showed off my fox fabric No hard feelings though sir, got passed it See y'all failed me in math but I got passed it Guns, credit cards dog - got plastic When I floss in the street, man I stop traffic You should stop carriage and pay homage How I got cabbage I tell you I love you ma, it's not marriage But hell wit the speech you spit You'll have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of life
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[Juelz Santana] Yo, now you could catch me holla'n at every bitch walkin my way like "Hey" Ma, you feel like talkin today? My name is Juelz, I promise I will feed you the ice If anything I'll teach you, I lead you though life I'll tell you not to go down that 11th street pad I'll keep you from the losers and deadbeat dads I'm just tryna live the facts of my life But I realized, yo it's just a few facts in my life This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes Damn my ankle hurt, these straps is too tight
[Cam'ron] I know just how it is dog, I'm still pitchin Right around the corner from Bill Clinton Beef and brocllii's on, you know the grill chickens You need sixteen, Cam is down How you want it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds? Come though ban-damn it down Putcha hammers down, from now on its Santana's town
[Juelz Santana] You take the coke, you take the bake You shake and scrape and there you have The crack and right, the crack and right You hit the block with the rock, watch for cops and there you get The stacks in life, stacks in life Mommy always said "Will you ever grow up" I think I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up Cuz I love to run the streets, chasin ladies, gettin money That's a matter of fact, life's a matter of fact Cuz when you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about When you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
