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| Lyrics Submitted by: Jessica Avalena |
| Uhh.. this is life (this is life) |
| This is what I know (this what I know) |
| So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life) |
| Chorus: (repeat 2X) |
| One more road to cross |
| One more risk to take |
| Gotta live my life |
| like its one more move to make |
| DMX |
| I'm up at like 6 AM, to check this nigga |
| He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figures |
| Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there," |
| but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere |
| See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by |
| Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine |
| Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then |
| Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin |
| won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that |
| I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs |
| and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North |
| and you out a week later? That's bullshit! |
| I bust off, I need this dough |
| Fuck you think I'm here for my health? |
| I need this wealth, because I feed myself |
| You play with my life, when you play with my money |
| Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now |
| with me and two other niggas, is about to run up in there and shut it down |
| I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back |
| Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks |
| Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask |
| for the dough they know that we takin all three bags |
| Now see that? You gotta hear em shoot that nigga |
| Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga |
| Hardhead mother fuckers always get it |
| I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it |
| Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back |
| Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat |
| This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans |
| Couldn't control what was in his hands |
| I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there |
| Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Eyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes |
| That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs |
| Somethin little becomes somethin major |
| Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager |
| Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul |
| Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt? |
| I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized |
| Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes |
| Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin |
| We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten? |
| I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil |
| Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel |
| The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin |
| FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin |
| Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed |
| So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head |
| Repeat Chorus (end song) |
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