Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Life, artist - Styles. Album song A Gangster And A Gentleman, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruff Ryders
Song language: English
The Life |
My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah |
Howard Mcduffy, Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records |
Pharoahe talk to 'em |
Let 'em try to understand |
Let 'em try, let 'em try now |
My life is all I have |
My rhymes, my pen, my pad |
And I done made it through the struggle, don’t judge me |
What you say now won’t budge me |
'Cause where I come from, so often |
People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin |
But I done made it through the pain and strife |
It’s my time now, my world, my life |
My life |
Is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns |
Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone |
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on |
So I could switch my residence |
Get a truck and a Lex |
Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em |
I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends |
I light a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end |
So you could judge a nigga, but you ain’t got it |
You ain’t in the role, so you really can’t budge a nigga |
You oughta love a nigga |
For the fact that it’s my world and my life but still I’m a rugged nigga |
They say, «You buggin' nigga,» fuck it, I’m a thuggin' nigga |
You talkin' bullshit then kick it with another nigga |
I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga |
And I ain’t got friends, I got enemies |
So if they wit' me, then that means they my brother nigga |
My life is all I have |
My rhymes, my pen, my pad |
And I done made it through the struggle, don’t judge me |
What you say now won’t budge me |
'Cause where I come from, so often |
People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin |
But I done made it through the pain and strife |
It’s my time now, my world, my life |
My life |
Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead |
Run around hustlin', scared of the feds |
They said, «Death is eternal sleep» |
But the only thing is you ain’t really sure if you prepared for the bed |
So often we get merc’d in the head, instead of big money |
They got big momma hurtin' instead |
My life is makin' the verse |
But the handcuffs, the bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse |
Tell mommy I don’t go to the church |
Tell Oc' I dont' go to mosque |
I blow blunts, hold guns, and I’ma be right there when the soldiers’ll march |
I play my part and my heart seem colder than March |
But on the flipside of things, it’s still warmer than June |
I have talks with the Lord and he’ll be callin' me soon, what? |
And my life is all I have |
My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what? |
My life is all I have |
My rhymes, my pen, my pad |
And I done made it through the struggle, don’t judge me |
What you say now won’t budge me |
'Cause where I come from, so often |
People you grew up with are layin' in a coffin |
But I done made it through the pain and strife |
It’s my time now, my world, my life |
My life |
My life |