| My life. |
| Pharoahe Monch. |
| Ayatollah.
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| Holiday Styles. |
| Double R. Rawkus Records.
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| Pharoahe talk to 'em. |
| let 'em try to understand.
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| Let 'em try. |
| let 'em try now…
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| My life is all I have
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| My rhymes, my pen, my pad
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| And I done made it through the struggle, don’t judge me What you say now, won’t budge me Cuz where I come from, so often
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| People you grew up with, layin in a coffin
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| But I done made it through the pain in spite
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| It’s my time now, my world, my life
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| My life…
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| Is based on, lightin blunts, loadin guns
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| tellin my lawyers to get the case gone (uh-huh)
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| I need the bills that the presidents got they face on so I can switch my residence — get a truck and a Lex
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| Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
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| I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
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| I light a blunt cuz never will the struggle end
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| So you can judge a nigga, but you ain’t got it, you ain’t in the role
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| so you really can’t budge a nigga — you oughta love a nigga
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| For the fact that it’s my world and my life but still I’m a rugged nigga
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| They say you buggin nigga, fuck it, I’m a thuggin nigga
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| You talkin bullshit then kick it with another nigga
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| I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga
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| And I ain’t got friends — I got enemies
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| So if they with me, then that means they my brother niggaz
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| Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
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| Run around hustlin, scared of the feds
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| They said death is eternal sleep
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| but the only thing is you ain’t really sure if you prepared for the bed
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| So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
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| They got big momma hurtin instead
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| My life is makin the verse — but the handcuffs
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| the bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse
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| Tell mom I don’t go to the church — tell Oc’I dont’go to mas
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| I blow blunts, hold guns, and I’ma be right there when the soldiers’ll march
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| I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March
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| But on the flipside of things, it’s still warmer than June
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| I have talks with the Lord and he’ll be callin me soon, what
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| And my life is all I have — my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what
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| My life…
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| My life…
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| My life…
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| My life… |