[Verse 1: E-40] Make your next move your best move That's what I was tryin' to explain to my little dude Stick to the rules God take care of babies and fools And you ain't a baby or a fool Therefore, you ain't got no excuse Better get it together now, my little nigga I know some bitches that'll kill ya He looked at me and said, [smick] "I got a rife with a hundred round [clip] And I'll bust it if I got to, back me up in a corner On Granny, nigga, somebody gon' call a coroner BIATCH!
[Chorus: Stresmatic] Livin' po' really got a nigga stressin' Runnin' from the boys, got a .40 for protection My nigga just beat his case, they be testin' Really outside, nigga... life lessons Livin' po' really got a nigga stressin' Runnin' from the boys, got a .40 for protection My nigga just beat his case, they be testin' Really outside, nigga... life lessons
[Verse 2: B-Legit] I was told two wrongs don't make a right And doin' right never being wrong To get along, we gon' have to fight What don't kill ya gon' make you strong Little nigga on a Motocross Big bruh got a 6 too Bitch niggas you gon' come across Keep 'em 50 feet away from you Can't tell 'em what you don't know Never keep the dough where you grow the dro If they ask, tell 'em you don't know Remember, never talk to po-po Keep friends with the enemies Don't believe 'em when it's 10 a ki No Santa, no chimney Follow God if you follow me
[Chorus: Stresmatic] Livin' po' really got a nigga stressin' Runnin' from the boys, got a .40 for protection My nigga just beat his case, they be testin' Really outside, nigga... life lessons Livin' po' really got a nigga stressin' Runnin' from the boys, got a .40 for protection My nigga just beat his case, they be testin' Really outside, nigga... life lessons
[Verse 3: E-40 + B-Legit] Ugh! When I was young, I used to ask hella questions Always listened to my OG's, they taught me life lessons Do unto others as they do unto you That's what they told your little nephew 'Cause karma'll come back and haunt you A hitta come out the blue outta nowhere, you're dead Fonkin' with too many niggas that put some bread on your head All you got is your word and your name, respect it and honor it Protect it, my nigga, don't let no bitch nigga tarnish it We in a Thunderbird, listen to Parliament Lemon tree ain't shit, taste retarded I don't talk it, I beez a part of it Trappin' in the hood, nigga, right in the heart of it If consequences make your decision You end up dead, or off in prison I walk it, man, but they don't listen Lessons in life, playing my position
[Chorus: Stresmatic] Livin' po' really got a nigga stressin' Runnin' from the boys, got a .40 for protection My nigga just beat his case, they be testin' Really outside, nigga... life lessons Livin' po' really got a nigga stressin' Runnin' from the boys, got a .40 for protection My nigga just beat his case, they be testin' Really outside, nigga... life lessonsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
