Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Life , by - C-Murder. Song from the album The Tru Story...continued, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.10.2006
Record label: Koch
Song language: English
My Life |
| My block my spot, my stop stay hot |
| My truck stay dropped, my weight stay locked |
| My city my hoes, my friends my foes |
| Everybody knows, keep it real or get John Doe’d |
| My hair stay nappy, stay bush, stay twist |
| My attitude is shitty, my hands stay fist |
| My house stay searched, my cars stay getting stopped |
| Haters they hate, they wanna see me in a box |
| But my bulletproof vests, they protecting my chest |
| Life ain’t nothing but a test, it’s a big ol' mess |
| My money stay getting bigger, even when I’m in jail |
| My name C lil' daddy, that mean you better chill |
| My life… my life… my life |
| My life ain’t right, so I’mma fight all night |
| My life… my life… my life |
| This be the truest shit I ever said, feel me |
| My dog my ace, boy wanna take my place |
| My nigga turned sour, when I went upstate |
| Use to be my homie, till I caught this case |
| Now I wanna slap the taste, I can’t wait |
| My stash my connect, my ends my Benz |
| My God, please forgive me for all my sins |
| My hood my crew, we do what G’s do |
| Best believe I’mma ride for TRU, that’s my crew |
| Started small time, dope game dope mayn cocaine |
| This is not a joke mayn, this my flow mayn |
| This be the truest shit, I ever said |
| This my life, behind this I might wind up dead |
| My moves stay calculated, my eyes is wide open |
| I’m scoping while these niggas hoping, I’m slipping while they scoping |
| The streets is treacherous, elements is trying to test us |
| We take pills make it easy, to respect us |
| Project buildings drug sellers, and bank tellers |
| I’m getting letters, from all these hunts and golder fellas |
| My mission is simple, my music shine even when I’m gone |
| My life my debt, my last breath every day along |
| My life… my life… my life |
| My life ain’t the same, it shows |
| My life… my life… my life |
| They got me knocking on heaven’s do’s |
| My life… my life… my life |
| This be, the truest shit I ever said |
| My life… my life… my life |
| A nigga might wind up dead |
| (*talking*) |
| My life my struggle, my pain |
| I make moves, the way I make moves |
| Choose (it's real), street shit |
| No love, (no love at all) |
| Huh 2005, stay alive don’t die how we ride |