Our Life ( Feat Ill Bill)

Yo, don't make me flip on you.

Actually you can't make me do nothing...

I might decide to.

Necro:

I used to mush thugs

And now i push drugs

I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug.

He used to show me his guns

Ain't a cat that knows me as son

Remember violence the only one

I used to watch how my pops would treat a girl

And beef with the world he had a bone to pick

That's why my dome was sick

It rubbed off on me

Cos the apple dont fall far from the tree, g

You cats keep your distance

Cos your scared i might flip in a instance

When i was filled with innocence

I was still commiting sins

Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon

I'll shove a knife in your grin

I run with convicts and stick up kids

That will rob you for 6 bucks bitch

We flip right before you expect it

Cuz we were neglected as children now we're hectic

We shot men and we rob gems

I seen cats that used to clock me

Now i clock them

Got easier access to a glock ten

In case one in your face is the only option.

X2

Necro and ill bill

Walk around like

Murder murder, kill kill

Gun up in ur grill

Now u screamin chill chill

Didn't have ur steele

Now u get ur cap peeled

This is our life (our life)

Ill bill:

Ayo i grew up in the motherfuckin projects

My mom says since my pop left

We had to get a section 8 apparment

The rents cheap

I see decepticons at least 10 deep

Run up on me flippin wanna set beef

That was some faggot shit

Me and my brother ran for dolo

The only two white kids up in my projects

That wasn't homo

I fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats

Way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps

Way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap

At ten years old is when i first started to fuck with that

Everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black

I kept it to myself continued to define my crap

I used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat

You fuck wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak

I lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack

Whites black portarikins we was poor it was wack

My mom tried her best i never graduated high school

I learned to pump drugs and pack knives instead

Became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator

Even though the doctor know your mind is dead

X2

Necro and ill bill

Walk around like

Murder murder, kill kill

Gun up in ur grill

Now u screamin chill chill

Didn't have ur steele

Now u get ur cap peeled

This is our life, our life

This is our life!