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[Intro - Kurupt (Krook)]
Yeah, My Life
Kurupt Young Gotti, Why everybody mad
(The life I live) (Yeah..)
Yeah, Lifes a bitch homie
[Hook - Krook]
(Ha, ha, ha)
Is that yo life? It is a disaster, ay
Is that yo whip? I got one that's faster, ay
Is that yo chick? She's the one I'm after, ay
Is that yo
Whatchu mean, I thought you left that cat which was true
I'm not talkin about him, another dude
Been wit him for a year and had a baby by him (word?)
if you chat shit right now
I was on a different wave last year
I was on the road trying to get paid last year
I paid 72 for one box of haze
When I
(plastic)
Give me a reason to snap
Soon to put the team on a map (boom)
Life's been one hell of a journey
Out here just me tagging along for that tourney
Yo
When I was 19 wrote the wheel, cherished the poker life
25 man's rack, kidnappin his thug wife
Glamorous, en-vi-vivangelist, fuck his fanatics
a dream man Jesus is Born in 25, ye born in 25 yo born in 25 ayo
All i want is to feel in my heart my jesus christ
He's the savior, he will save us, will
Yo, the saga begins, begin war
I draw first blood, be the first to set it off
My cause, tap all jaws, lay down laws
We takin' what's yours, we do
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
Closest ones to me want to see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the gods
My son's mother don't know when or where to start
All
Burnin' up shits you
And fuck it I won't miss you
A lethal weapon my profession
500 G's
500 G's that put inches n yo life
Surrounded by 500 please
get mine
You cannot blind me, addicted to a life of crime (hmm)
My time as shorty was full of car chases (woo)
While runnin' with John Gotti's
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
blind me addicted to
A life of crime
My time as shorty was full of car chases
While runnin' with John
Gotti's and Scarface's
Niggas knew, I'd be the Don
Hefner (yeah, oh)
To Jim DeRogatis, whatever your name is (whatever your name is)
You been tryna destroy me for 25 whole years (25 whole years, yeah)
never I'm supposed to be
I chose to be on some Dark shit
Rip apart shit an' start shit, until whenever I depart, bitch
The hard shit will leave yo' ass
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
identity was born
And no, this ain't a movie, dog
This is murder
(Murder, murder, murder)
And you need a second for me
Yo Gotti, I make the hits, you just
some blue Allstars
Passin by on them thang, it's a brown MC
Niggaz goin buffin DPG (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Niggaz mad Dogg bumpin a bank account
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
Judge 'em by the way they handle pressure, yessir
25 lighters on my dresser, yessir
Judge 'em by the way they...
I
car's white
Motherfuck a hater, I done lived a hard life
I'm swanging out my building
Trying to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek
to raise my children
Top got no ceiling, Yo Gotti
Nigga Meek Milly, counted my first million
That's when my whole life changed, I pledge allegiance
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