Life

Shit, nigga really don't know if you promised tomorrow

I'ma mash today, to make tomorrow better

Know I'm tal'n bout, boys tal'n bout this and that

That and this, trying to get mine right now

[Mr. 3-2:]

Lost my daddy, and I turned to a cold ass man

Feed my fam, always keep a strap in my hand

Understand, I lost my mind on drugs

Damn near died, but I got the heart of a thug

Busting them slugs, when them niggaz get out of line

Shoot seventeen times, leave fools flatline

Down for mine, but some boys ain't bout shit

So I ride with it, in my G.D. whip

Don't even trip fuck niggaz, cause none I avoid

Got my hand on my trigger, cause I stay paranoid

Boy all drama, with the G-O-V

Boss Man, Pimpin' Chris of the S.U.C.

Now see, the picture a whole lot clearer

Staring, at the gangsta in the mirror

What do the future hold for me, I hope a lot of cash

Cause if not, I'm pulling out the black ski mask

[Hook: x4]

In this life, I'm trying to get it with me real fast

Don't know, how long will I last

[Mr. 3-2:]

Don't know how long will I last, steady getting cash

Watching my back, come at me wrong I'ma blast

Fool smash on the freeway, smashing the pedal

Pray to make a million dollars, to get out the ghetto

T-Lady is the love of my life, yes sir

I don't know what I would do, if some'ing happened to her

My niece and my sister, man that's all I got

Fuck with my family, fool you gon get shot

Turning west in a casket, frozen stiff

Got the world on my shoulders, trying to lift

With my gift of gab, tired of feeling sad

Pull up in a Jag, that make a motherfucker mad

I'm mad cause Patrick Hawkins gone, and ain't coming back

Till it's my day to ride, in the hearse Lac

Feel that, while I'm trying to get my head together

But I know in time, everything gon be better

[Hook x4]

[D-Capo:]

Life is fast, like a fastball from a pitcher

A buzz from the liquor, like a bullet from the trigger

Nigga it's serious, boys better watch it

The cops stay on the block, just to take you up off it

Like a stray dog, they put you in the pound

Put you to sleep, and you can't jump back down

Feel me now, I already lost Mafio

I'll be damned if I fall off, and don't let boys know

It's C-R-E-S-T M-O-B

For life nigga, mash in top speed

With my cousin Diggie D's, and my nigga Mr. 3 to the 2

What boys wanna do, we pack a tool

I'm a fool with it, that's why I stay on the cool with it

Boys have it in they hand, don't know what to do with it

I'm through with it, I don't care how long I last

Cause G-O-D, guides me down my path in this life

[Hook x4]