Moe Life

[talking]

Still paying dues, ain't that right Moe-Yo

Yeah, you gotta pay your dues man (ha)

We still getting it, yes sir

It don't never stop, Wreckshop (Wreckshop)

[Hook: Toya & Noke D]

Everyday I'm living, to leave this game

Praying one day, that my niggaz will see the same

Gotta make that money mayn

I'm on the grind, trying hard to get the finer things

(Lord knows I wanna leave, I hope that you feeling me

I pray that it's meant to be, I'm stacking my currensy

Paying duuu-uuu-uuues

I don't wanna lose, this game)

[Big Moe]

I remember putting FED time, on the line

Selling drank in the morning, until I lay down

Through the streets of 3rd Ward, when times are getting hard

From lucky seven and jewel, when he be jack mob

It was back in 9-2, up in High School

I wanted to sing, but still I was paying dues

Fast money had a nigga, trying to shine mayn

From I got one a dolla-dolla, trying to hit stangs

With my mama and my brother, on side of me

My name is M-O-E, slash Barre Baby

Now looking back at my life, and I'm starting to see

From my father that's up above, it was meant to be

[Hook]

[Big Moe]

I've been scratching the surface, trying to get a lil' do'

Slide through the hood, distributing 10-4

Remember Moe, from a 3rd Ward house

Ha-ha, I done been fly

And then baby 9-8, with the windows tinted up

On the way to Screw house, still cutting me a dub

The hood was tough, but I called a nigga bluff

Monnie got the drank, and she'll bust

The vehicle stayed loaded, with a lil' something purple

The Barre Baby came out, with a lil' syrup in his gurble

Job, doing a year County behind bars

Hour midnight about two, and I'm riding through 3rd Ward

And I heard God, about in '98

My little brother hit the Penn, in the streets touching yay

I'm puffing bay, trying to let my stress go

I wanna stop, but my mother still in the ghetto

[Hook]