What This Life About (feat. AnP & King Peru)

What this life's about, What this life's about, what this life's about What this life's about, uh, yeah What this life's about, yeah, yeah, yeah What this life's about Getting clout, getting laid, no doubt Getting paid and I'm out Getting made like a good fella Hood rhyme teller spelling it out I'm the man of the house Smack a bitch in the mouth, don't talk ya shit, fella Do it better, acapella, you a stick figure Killer been pulling triggers since the 90s My crimeys never dime me out, don't wanna try me Gotta get this fucking bread, I do it grimey I'm that dirty fucking Jew, Slimey himey I stay reppin' for the crew, we stay grinding Flippin' packs, chippin' sacks, moving the consignment Yeah, everything is in alignment Keep on climbing, shining like a diamond Run the field, touching down win a heisman Pull the metal out and blast like I'm mining Feel the sun on my skin, the summer's back here again Hoes wearing no clothes, enticing me and my friends Cop a pizza, slice Italian ice, nigga, this is life Summer beef reveals the heat, these Harlem streets, they trite Chill outside all day, watching the little kids play Moms getting high on the side, gossip in the way Riding bikes in the street, fresh kicks on your feet Break up with your old bitch and you can go to the beach Single for the summer, mingle with single mothers Sing a little jingle, fist fight with her brother St. Mary's Park, the party doesn't start till after dark Bunch of catrachos, but I talk to them, it's just an art New York City is pretty, no matter how ugly and gritty To my ditties, that moistens your little kitty Broadway all day, Dominicans with the yay A&P is who I be, people cherish what I say Word, life, word Chillin' outside, playin' with the hydrant Chillin' in the projects, loungin' on the bench Kickin' game of bitches, drinkin' quarter waters Catchin' diabetes, you know, regular hood summer shit Yo Long-legged freak under the sheets Pretty face, booty shorts, nice cheeks She used to be my main squeeze Got me Tommy Hilfiger guess jeans Held me down when I did a bid Held me down on the fuckin' bed Nights got crazy Drinkin' E&J, shorty tryna play me Try and say I'm a cheater Try and say that I beat her Mickey D's days had girls like white beaters I'm a leader of my crew, always packin' heaters She just couldn't relate to life Caught her cheatin', then I took out a knife She's lucky I let her live After that day, fuck a bitch, I never give a shit