Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
Life |
| I came up with my man, same hood, same age |
| Witheld names to protect the guilty and |
| Your boy Free was filthy, same clothes, different day |
| Be the first to admit it, while niggaz claim to be willies, hey |
| We cleaned up the first donny I drove |
| Cooled up the first tommy I seen, follow the flow |
| Smoke a timmy, with this semi, made his chimney move |
| Nerves made his body shake, everybody froze |
| So young with a pump and a mac |
| Still manage to make it the magic, the bad kids |
| On the block, with a bundle of crack, package of pills |
| All heads will try to teach us to rhyme |
| He said Muhammed walk with a sword, I roll with a gat |
| This the same shit, different day, from times |
| Now my man Book ain’t writing me back |
| So I figured, I’ll try to reach 'em with rhymes, no listen to Mac |
| We thuggin’for life |
| Gonna take it, oww |
| And then enough |
| Ain’t no mistakin' |
| But it’s for life, it’s my life |
| Not for the taking |
| To all my boys in the hood, the East coast throw boy back |
| From the land of them throw boys black |
| I keep my toast in the hood, gon’squeeze |
| Hope you throw yours back |
| Come to the streets to bring my homeboys back |
| Blew my mind out this piece, but I’m always back |
| I got sheet in my air, like mac, fall away back |
| Shiit, I’m trynna come way up And make the path so freak, I tear the runaway up Uh, my life a bitch with a period on But still I keep it real, dog, I’m hittin’it raw |
| And I don’t know how to carry this bitch |
| Sometime I wanna marry this bitch |
| Sometimes I feel like quitting this whore |
| But I can’t cause it feel like, giving it all |
| I’ve been on so fucking much, feel like my living was all |
| But in my lifetime, I’m a deliver regrets |
| Still with the evils, know that one day I’ma sit with the boss |
| (Beanie Sigel) |
| It’s not even close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats |
| It’s the worst of both hoods, holla at 'em Mac |
| (Follow up exact with the Mac, and the v Get back, if you happen to see, the Mac or Free, at where you be) |
| I be where you at, I come where you live |
| The cat untuckle the gat, manuever the thing |
| (The Mac untuckin’a pump, removin’they wig, with ease |
| Hear the feds trynna ruin the boss Sieg' |
| Before they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Diallo |
| Before I’m stuck like luima, I be up when you need it) |
| And I’ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, puffin’my reefer |
| Tuckin’my heater, duckin’your rounder, uh Tell 'em tricks they gonna die when I see 'em |
| Let 'em know my friend colt 45 trynna meet with they mind |
| But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the reason |
| And Freeway the reason that you tied up in pajamas, uh |