| It’s my liiiiife
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| I’ll be thuggin 'til the day I die (I die)
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| It’s my liiiiife
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| You niggaz don’t know me (ohh-ohh)
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| You can’t slow me down (oh-ohhh)
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| You can’t hold me, and so I’ma keep
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| rollin rollin rollin rollin, goin on strong!
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| They say «Why you so defensive?"I take that offensive
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| Comin from the shit that I lived in You wouldn’t understand him unless you eyewitness
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| Chillin on the block where vacant lots are given
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| Women and children missin, men in the picture
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| Cause niggaz hit up sittin down and some sinner
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| Get a kite with a flick of a chick he once hit up Ridiculous but that’s us niggaz
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| On the corner from dusk 'til dawn
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| 'til that shit Whites brought to America’s gone
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| Be a Good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong
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| So all that sufferin that’s just prolonged
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| Long as you’re knowin that that strong-arm robbery
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| was brought on from this society deprivin me This brings violence if you’re not survivin my environment
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| Don’t expect ya to be drivin in Mama worked 37 years in the plant
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| 34 days she missed, that’s where I get my grind at Her lil’nigga, see her as father figure
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| Even though she got hips and tend to bitch up Show me how to maneuver snakes, false niggaz
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| Eleanor Trice, one real sister
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| Raised her kids up to be go-getters
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| Now a nigga living room big as a Amphitheater
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| Get the theater nigga, I’m from the hood
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| So at times I see the mirror and tell him he doin good
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| Keep up my spirits cause niggaz want him destroyed
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| But that’s null and void when it comes to ya boy
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| I’m from Detroit, Shady employee
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| I’m on a voyage tryna get more than royalties
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| Niggaz I’m royalty
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| That’s why your bitches spoil me, O. T-R-I-C-E
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| I got visions of makin executive decisions
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| But this system tells me to be realistic
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| You can’t do shit with C’s and D’s
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| I could do the work, I’m just interested in makin cheese
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| So your schools can’t control these G’s
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| He got his own rules and do whatever he please
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| At ease to my soldiers that’s feelin Obie
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| Long as I know my 1−2-3's I’m flippin O-Z's
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| A nigga can count like an accountant
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| Only difference is it ain’t checks that’ll be bouncin
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| It’s pow-der, peep what he’s pronouncin
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| Now he lives next to the teacher that denounced him
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| Doubted him, now look at the child’s outcome
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| Duece album got him speakin highly in volume
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| I assume I’m valuable, they throwin in the towel
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| Bow whenever they see him roll in that Diablo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mama , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album Second Rounds On Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп