Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Life , by - Shyne. Song from the album Shyne, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 19.04.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bad Boy
Song language: English
The Life |
| My life had it’s ups and downs, but I don’t regret nothin' |
| I had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain’t frontin' |
| at Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope |
| used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat |
| gettin’like 15 grams, a half a Ki at Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be gettin’some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifth |
| he knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique |
| to hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head |
| throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread |
| basically I’m enforcin' |
| around heavy coke, when nobody’s lookin’I’d be dippin’in the portion |
| they wasn’t missin’it |
| so I got my hustle on the side, flippin’it |
| sellin’like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor |
| but I always knew I’d turn a big apple into cider. |
| Niggas… niggas just ain’t built like me… |
| stand up niggas… since 15 |
| I been servin’fiends and loadin’magazines… |
| takin’shots.burnin'blocks. |
| this ain’t no fuckin’rap. |
| Everything was everything 'till my Man got pinched |
| he had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct |
| other than that, I went from enforcer to movin’product, straight white |
| powder now, gettin’it |
| the hardest nigga in the street |
| my first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats |
| buyin’out the bar at the rooftop |
| I had a few spots |
| one called the jukebox |
| where I was gettin’like 50 a brick |
| 2 or 3 bricks a day, makin’mothafuckas sick |
| my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin' |
| any niggas whisperin’or talkin''bout extortion |
| shit was goin’right and only one better |
| when I got my Italian connect, hittin’me with pure Heroin |
| moved to 116th, started seein’real dinero then |
| empire buildin', the shit was takin’flight |
| had my bitches cuttin’up like 10 Ki’s a night |
| mixin’lactose, Bonita, and Quenii |
| I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties |
| leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy. |
| Yo.bangin'for real. |
| niggas is thinkin’rap, I’m thinkin’laundromat. |
| we washin’this money… |
| you think this shit is about rhymes… |
| you’ll find yourself under the fuckin’ground…you know?.. |
| we get low when the Feds is in town. |
| this is justice. |
| we playin’the pop charts and still lettin’them things pop off… |
| At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed |
| controllin’manufacturin’and distribution of Heron |
| throughout the tri-state, high stakes |
| I spent Hundreds of Thou’s out of paper bags |
| you couldn’t name a car I ain’t have |
| every minute new tags |
| Seven series to the Five-Sixty drop nigga |
| I was givin’away blocks nigga |
| fast cars, fast money, slow deaths |
| this things of ours |
| had me doin’a hundred miles an hour |
| through the City evadin’the Feds |
| started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge |
| not to fuck each others bitches |
| or touch each others riches |
| on top or broke |
| never break this oath |
| every nigga in the counsel was a boss |
| we used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off |
| it was alright 'till I got caught |
| charged with an Eight-Forty-Eight |
| behind Marion steel gates |
| niggas started shittin', actin’bizarre |
| drivin’my cars, fuckin’my broads, breakin’the laws |
| same niggas I took care of and got money wit’was on some funny shit |
| if I was different I’d snitch |
| what would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no love |
| for ya? |
| couldn’t pay for ya lawyer |
| I figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot? |
| I’ll be out in Ten, start over again |
| throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn’t do it you couldn’t understand it of you ain’t been through it there’s rules to this shit and I couldn’t break 'em |
| death before dishonor 'till I meet Satan… I know he’s waitin'. |
| God forgive me… you've never seen a nigga like me in your life… |
| I’m what these lil’niggas rap about… |
| thats me they talkin''bout in they rhymes… |
| I did that time… I flipped that dime… |
| shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles… |
| The Life… love it. |