Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, artist - Foxy Brown. Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
My Life |
| john. |
| mangal@consunet.nl |
| nvs22@drexel.edu |
| janis@betatesters.com |
| (Nigga, uh) |
| Yeah, huh (nigga uh) |
| Why don’t ya’ll take a look into my life? |
| See what I see |
| (Nigga uh, nigga, nigga, nigga uh) |
| At the age of fourteen, introduce to coops |
| Learnin’how to seduce niggaz takin’they loot |
| Quickly, got involved with this money lifestyle |
| The finer things, all kinda things, power, money |
| Cars and diamond rings, and nice braids, flaunt it The Gucci boots with the G’s on it |
| A high price for this 'high price’life |
| While I’m on tour is my man cheatin’just for spite? |
| And if you only knew I hold my minks at nights with cheap |
| Or no other hands can hold me right |
| My girls ain’t the same, guess it’s cuz the fame |
| Bitches smile in my face and throw dirt on my name |
| Mad cuz I made it, now friends intimidated |
| Hate it that I’m in the same game as them |
| With mo’fame than them, they know who they are |
| This life is no joke, got us havin’to broke |
| You was my sister, who used to dream together |
| How we could make it real big, do our thing together |
| Huh, Thelma &Louise together, remember them days? |
| Them niggas we played? |
| Now we don’t even speak |
| Went our seperate ways, seperate lives |
| Lost friendship for pride, playin’the game |
| About to forfeit high price life, I can’t afford it 1 — My life, do ya feel what I feel? |
| My life, a black girl’s ordeal my life |
| Do ya see what I see? |
| Have you been where I’ve been? |
| Can you go where I go? |
| My life |
| Do ya’ll know what it feels like? |
| Do ya’ll know what it be like? |
| Do ya see what I see? |
| Have you been where I’ve been? |
| Can you go where I go? |
| Daddy’s girl, in his wildest dreams |
| Said he think that lil’Ing will be illest in this rap-thing |
| Age 4 in my mother’s shoes, swore I could sing |
| And even as a little girl I was doin’my thing |
| Uh, confused, I ain’t asked to be born |
| Nigga so dumb, shoulda used a condom |
| Ask mommy every day, when daddy gon’come? |
| But he never showed up I would pimp for them, became demented, then men? |
| Resented them, just the scent of 'em made me earl |
| 'Specially the baller ones tryin’to buy me with pearls |
| All I needed was love, all I wanted was love |
| Lack of love had me fallin’for thugs |
| The niggas who ain’t care, just like Daddy |
| If he ain’t care, why should they? |
| For this 'high price’life, it’s the price I pay |
| All my girls cross the world that feel what I feel |
| Hearts bruised, then been way I been, keep it movin' |
| Let him do his thing, I’m the one he’s lovin' |
| I’m here to show ya’ll, havin’a kid ain’t meanin’nuthin' |
| That ain’t keepin’him, 'specially if he in love with another chick |
| Then you stuck with the 'babymother-shit' |
| Don’t be lovin’niggas more than yaself |
| Let 'em roam, a dog always finds his way home |
| Shit, ya’ll don’t wanna take my place, cashin’cases |
| Spit in faces, I never seem falsely accused |
| While some say it’s rude |
| But if I was a dude, they all be amused |
| But I’m a woman, so I’m a bitch, simple as that |
| Double-standards, call him a Mack, call me a hoe |
| Say I’m in it for the dough, but tell me What tha fuck he in it for? |
| Wanted it all, now it’s all mine |
| Loneliness, sorrow, confusion and pain |
| Nightmares, headlines, Rapper found slain |
| If it wasn’t for my moms I’d drown in this pain |
| Now ya’ll see what it’s like, ya’ll don’t wanna be me Cuz it ain’t always what it seem on TV |
| Shit, but this is my '9 to 5'ya'll |
| Sometimes I wanna slit my wrist and end my life ya’ll |
| Repeat 1 until fade |