Life

(feat. Beanie Sigel)

[Freeway]

I came up with my man, same hood, same age

Witheld names to protect the guilty and

Your boy Free was filthy, same clothes, different day

Be the first to admit it, while niggaz claim to be

willies, hey

We cleaned up the first donny I drove

Cooled up the first tommy I seen, follow the flow

Smoke a timmy, with this semi, made his chimney move

Nerves made his body shake, everybody froze

So young with a pump and a mac

Still manage to make it the magic, the bad kids

On the block, with a bundle of crack, package of pills

All heads will try to teach us to rhyme

He said Muhammed walk with a sword, I roll with a gat

This the same shit, different day, from times

Now my man Book ain't writing me back

So I figured, I'll try to reach 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac

[Chorus: singer]

We thuggin' for life

Gonna take it, oww

And then enough

Ain't no mistakin'

But it's for life, it's my life

Not for the taking

[Beanie Sigel]

To all my boys in the hood, the East coast throw boy back

From the land of them throw boys black

I keep my toast in the hood, gon' squeeze

Hope you throw yours back

Come to the streets to bring my homeboys back

Blew my mind out this piece, but I'm always back

I got sheet in my air, like mac, fall away back

Shiit, I'm trynna come way up

And make the path so freak, I tear the runaway up

Uh, my life a bitch with a period on

But still I keep it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw

And I don't know how to carry this bitch

Sometime I wanna marry this bitch

Sometimes I feel like quitting this whore

But I can't cause it feel like, giving it all

I've been on so fucking much, feel like my living was all

But in my lifetime, I'm a deliver regrets

Still with the evils, know that one day I'ma sit with the boss

[Chorus]

[Freeway (Beanie Sigel)]

It's not even close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats

It's the worst of both hoods, holla at 'em Mac

(Follow up exact with the Mac, and the v

Get back, if you happen to see, the Mac or Free, at where you be)

I be where you at, I come where you live

The cat untuckle the gat, manuever the thing

(The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig, with ease

Hear the feds trynna ruin the boss Sieg'

Before they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Diallo

Before I'm stuck like luima, I be up when you need it)

And I'ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, puffin' my reefer

Tuckin' my heater, duckin' your rounder, uh

Tell 'em tricks they gonna die when I see 'em

Let 'em know my friend colt 45 trynna meet with they mind

But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the reason

And Freeway the reason that you tied up in pajamas, uh

[Chorus]