Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's The Life , by - Young Gunz. Release date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
It's The Life |
| Yo a yo everybody name brand |
| Me I was same pants, same top |
| Broken hot dogs out the same pot |
| Since a buck I been packin weapons |
| Only strappin niggas do when they sexin |
| Airheads in they crew is just yes men |
| My music and my shoot I perfect in |
| I can’t afford to lose I’m destined |
| And hit that road collect tryna hop up |
| Outta the hood, niggas frown they see me pop up |
| Get locked up and they still with the coppers |
| Give them something from them choppers I got filled with the coppers |
| Leavin them gaspin need ox call the doctor |
| Raw and uncut no mask know who shot ya |
| Try and tell 'em chill for real but they don’t listen though |
| Till the 4−5th come and kiss 'em under the missle toe |
| And thats the last time I’mma remind y’all |
| Next time I’m creepin up in something behind y’all |
| It’s the life |
| Just livin it right |
| Shoot first and don’t think twice |
| And homey if the price is right |
| Niggas’ll get at you |
| Bout who draw the fastest |
| Casket or the ashes |
| Yo it’s lovely when you squeezin them |
| Ugly when you receivin them |
| And ya peeps goin crazy in the receiving room |
| A gun like a lung you gon need more than one |
| This for every block in te ghetto from where I’m from |
| I started off a 9 or 10 runnin with my step-pop |
| Learn how to collect from niggas and set up shizzop |
| Never buy hard from him, I learned to cook rock |
| Summer time blizzock, winter time shizzop |
| Let a smoker rum 'em in |
| All they want is 3 for 10 |
| Give up that password before you get the fuck in |
| 'Fore we get the buckin |
| Leave 'em where they stand at |
| Respect we demand that |
| Now tell me where them grams at |
| Stack rubberband wrapped the street still in me |
| Got me a squadda with a driver, a souped up hemi |
| Be happy you in my presence I can’t give you a penny |
| Cause this nigga only tough when that shit’s up in em |
| Nigga |
| Yea ain’t nothin soft about me |
| But niggas they doubt me |
| So I’mma have to run through they alley |
| Get red off of they bount me |
| Toss the gun nigga I’m outtie |
| But nigga I’m rowdie |
| But common sense plays a bigger part of me |
| I’m Pookie when it comes to the Uzi |
| I just be callin me |
| (Mr. Brown) Not Bobby, Foxy, or Nino |
| It’s Pooda baby the Ruger baby’ll clean the scene though |
| Excuse me ladies don’t do it lately |
| But I’m doin my thing though |
| The crib 24 hours nigga the hook a seno |
| You lil nigga soft till that ' nana empty |
| And he not dead dot on his head like he a Indian |
| It’s trainin day nigga wake up early |
| For we be in ya crib burners wake up Shirley |
| Cabinets and the bed nigga check that thoroughly |
| I need that cooked up cookie homie |
| And that story |
| Whooo |