[Intro - Kurupt (Krook)] Yeah, My Life Kurupt Young Gotti, Why everybody mad (The life I live) (Yeah..) Yeah, Lifes a bitch homie
[Hook - Krook] Back in the days Growing up in the hood Run-ning those silly streets Always up to no good Were up all night... And sleep all day The strangle and find a way to get payed The life I live...
[Verse 1 - Kurupt] Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends 8 feeled with inspiration-16 seperated-17 I graduated 21 I finally made it-hope flows-life driffs-money wastes-blood drips Learn a little bit, earn a little more A close mouth don't defend dip behind doors This is my insurence just to reinsure Its hard to exist, in this existence Pistol blazing fifths in this existence I tra-vel a million miles just so-I can see A million in one miles, a million in one thousand Casin', and-carry the case just like grates in waist sell fates in my states Imperial game, help you survive except with the imperial aim To shoot through clouds, be a little quite You just to loud, you need a silencer You bust to loud
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[Verse 2 - Kurupt] Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Yeah I remember-Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends Broken down-taken up-dropped off-knocked off-grow up-blew up What now-shut down-shackled, chains singled out blame Wit-Not enough heart, to stand up for I ain't got a pistol pointed whatcha hand up for Gave up lost cars as something we fighting for lost following crowds Look at a nigga now, it doesn't matter whos wrong or right I guess Long as you fight for yours with all might I guess This whole confutation, to much stress Wars for the wrong reasons how our mamas looking at me How the hoods looking at me badder-or-good looking at me Mellowing up the shy day play by me I'm something ya'll never you wanna grow up to be Dogg Pound Gangstaz, D-P-G Sincerely to you paragraph by me Young Gotti
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[Verse 3 - Kurupt] Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Without-my family and friends the way lifes starts and how they end What a day, why trip, I've been living to much of my life on the hit Hop, the 6-4 round the block When all the homies use to bang playin it rock Get ya game together, learn and earn More abaration and less street concern A penny sayer, is million in a year I'll be busting til' theres no feeling in your ear Moves calculated, Just a sneak peek for the homies push mad dogs threads in U-Neek I don't know why they playing fo', I got feeling bout what we-be spaying fo' Theres a time for everythang, trust me homie Don't try to over sell me or under cut me homie Keep it on the run and you'll reach the two And to all the real homies this ones for you
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[Ending Verse - Kurupt (Krook)] Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars Yeah with-my family and friends its the way lifes starts and the ways they end (The life I live..) Yeah, My life (The life I live) Kurupt Young Gotti (Yeah...) (The life I live..) (The life I live) (The life I live..) (The life I live)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
