Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life, artist - AZ. Album song The Format, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 06.11.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money Direct
Song language: English
Life |
| You know what it is, turn my mic up |
| Turn my muh’fuckin' mic up on these faggot ass niggas |
| THAT’S MY WORD… |
| I’m linked to the loonies, yeah a live wire |
| Though I think like them Sunnis, shit, I never tire |
| Social drinker if you knew me |
| Plus, I’m a buyer |
| All bottles on me baby (baby.), put your bids in |
| Without a plan I just ran, and I slid in |
| Hundred grand, now we fam, I could fit in |
| Fake love from these Matrix thugs |
| So move, nothin' personal, or take these slugs |
| I’m back, the MAC double, clap |
| Strap to the lap in the hatch back |
| With the duffle pack, puffin' a sack |
| I never nap, but I see niggas sleep on me |
| So for that, I’ma make 'em sleep eternally |
| AZ the archangel, my smarts is tangled |
| So I could dumb at any time or send them sharks to bang you |
| Chains dangle, charms all glossy and lit |
| So like that shit Flava Flav said, stay off his dick |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, nigga |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right |
| Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight |
| First the, Lex off the lot then the Jag came next |
| Then them cheques started pop, and these crabs got vex |
| But when you, fresh off the block, you just laugh at threats |
| So baby pa, I’m a star for real, so no stress |
| One of the best that made that transition, sold the Beamer |
| Never a bitch nigga, stand pissin', got a, cold demeanor |
| Full of that ambition, still, hold the Nina |
| So no disrespect, but don’t be a |
| I’m a steamer, puff trees consecutively |
| Classic shit all day like, B.I.G |
| Passionate, how I spit on this M-I-C |
| So pardon me, but y’all puffers better PYT |
| I am he, the most hated, but the ho’s favorite |
| Flows flagrant, hall of famer like Joe Namath |
| You know I’m heinous, so why violate my slot? |
| I’m as serious as a Muslim when he makin Salah |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, nigga |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right |
| Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight |
| Made for the silver screens, vocals is vivid |
| Play the shade in the Philippines, I, blow through some digits |
| Still a fiend for the illest jeans, I’m supposed to live it |
| Was chose, like them Gucci soles that expose the signatures |
| No limit from the start, never seen a finish |
| With heart and a little smarts, proceeds is endless |
| It depends on what mark is left, if a OG’s remembered |
| And how I chow was just part of my style, hear me now? |
| Cross paths with the craziest that, had no conscience |
| You know that kingpin, 80's shit, when they spaz they monsters |
| Get ya ass found chopped up in a trash bag in Yonkers |
| Thank God they only rappin' today, it’s that real |
| I know some big wills that’s still tryin' to, appeal they case |
| Baby face, biddin' niggas since '88 |
| So I’ma skate 'til I slip and, shipped upstate |
| I know y’all hatin' ass niggas can’t wait, muh’fuckas… |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, nigga |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right |
| Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, nigga |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Get yo' shit right |
| Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight |