Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Life, artist - Juvenile. Album song Project English, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
My Life |
| Who the fuck — nigga hittin shots in the truck |
| Hope I’m able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked |
| The wodie that I’m with, bawlin up like a bitch |
| Instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit |
| My leg already fucked up, been playin it bald |
| Now I gotta drive the car too, funny and all |
| Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac |
| Them niggas brought it to me raw so I’m bringin it back |
| Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed |
| This boy went straight through window his stupid ass |
| And I’m noticin I smell gas |
| Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass |
| I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks |
| What the fuck I did to make niggas want do me like this |
| Won’t be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas |
| They’ll meet — even the buildings gonna be ash |
| My life my life my life my life |
| My life my life my life my life |
| Ain’t no sunshine 'til they gone |
| Ain’t no sunshine 'til they gone |
| I’ma go on to survive but the story returns |
| After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns |
| My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children |
| I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings |
| He’s lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial |
| Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial |
| Whatchu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file |
| Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while |
| I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk |
| Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk |
| I read lips when I pull up, right after I park |
| I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart |
| Word gotta be out, a lot of tension’s in the air black |
| Your everyday niggas ain’t even muchly makin transac' |
| If I think about a gun, I’ma get ten |
| The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin |
| Niggas be knowin them bitches slippin when I’m dishin |
| I’d rather be locked down in prison than come up missin |
| But that goes to show you how fast the laws work |
| They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first |
| Don’t they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit |
| I’d accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit |
| To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf |
| Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks |
| Everythang in life I accumulated I took |
| It’s a neverending episode, my life is a book |
| I’m hot, so I’m ridin round up in Rock (?) |
| There’s a funeral pass, two cops and five limos |
| Man that’s one of them niggas was tryin to snipe me |
| I betcha everybody in that crowd don’t like me |
| I should go up in the bitch bustin |
| But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin |
| — repeat 2X |