| Ayo, I never claimed to be hard, tough, no homo, gangsta none of the above
|
| Just a kid from 145th and Lennox Ave
|
| Harlem, USA trying to make his way in the world ya heard?
|
| Ya know through the trial of tribulations that life brings
|
| I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever
|
| Ya know you cant expect everything from everybody
|
| So get up get out and get somethin, thats what I did
|
| Before I had the hammer cocked
|
| A Santana rock
|
| Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
|
| Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
|
| Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill now
|
| My Aunt Normy, I don’t speak to my Aunt Deita
|
| Or my Cousin Bashiba, love my Mother Fredricka
|
| Neighbour Freida, daughter Raven and Nika
|
| Down another doorbell was that nigga Warden Nell
|
| He gave birth to the best emcee you never heard
|
| Lever after lever and was clever with whatever word
|
| Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C
|
| He did damage, road managed my G.O.D
|
| Aka Duke Da God, he was stupid hard
|
| 16, the bitch dream had stupid cars
|
| Cut the '68, hooptie '75
|
| Still drives some bullshit, I don’t know why
|
| I loved the nigga though, for him put cris in the air
|
| First one that diss him in here, I swear I’ll risk my career
|
| Thats a fact they ain’t talking no rap shit
|
| I’m talking that mack clip, niggas will backflip, act sick
|
| My dude study the sabbath
|
| No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish
|
| He could have my house, he could keep my mauries
|
| He could drive my cars, this a eastside story
|
| (Thats why my dudes love me I let them do them.
|
| You either gonna be rich or famous fuckin wit me, probably both.
|
| If you happen to brush shoulders wit me by accident,
|
| play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)
|
| To play the game, sure to win
|
| I sacrificed, I rolled the dice
|
| I love the hood, I love my life
|
| See a boss I prepared to be
|
| When I walk away from a confrontation I ain’t scared of you I’m scared of me
|
| I got a gun, you don’t so it flares you’ll see
|
| After that a 5,000 volt chair for me
|
| So I move carefully, niggas don’t care for me
|
| Who care I don’t, you share I wont
|
| Calm down (uhuh) breathe again
|
| I don’t do extortion unless I wanna recieve an end
|
| Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say)
|
| Thats word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened)
|
| Moved to a killa ave, right from a murder street (what you did)
|
| Rocked adida forms even though they hurt my feet (thats fucked up)
|
| I don’t look in the sky, never mind stars
|
| You also find stars, right behind bars
|
| Snazz, Black, Do' on house arrest
|
| Zeke, shiek, wont even throw out the rest
|
| They wanted my ass right alongside zeke
|
| Turn myself in, nope play hide and go seek
|
| I’m gone, put the clip in the chrome
|
| Yeah I’m just like a fly, see the shit that I’m on
|
| And, hour after hour I would chill at the afterhours
|
| Where they flash the power, no bath or shower
|
| In that same spot, realize math is power
|
| So I pointed the mansion, that is ours |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Love My Life , by - Cam'Ron. Song from the album Killa Season, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп