| Yeah, the game of life
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| In this game, it’s not whether you win or lose
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| But how you played the game, come on
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| Everything involves The LOX
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| Ask the niggas with the money in the safe and the cats on cell blocks
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| Car parked in the lot, door is locked
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| And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot
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| I announce the bounce, smooth like an ounce
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| Blow more ways than one y’all niggas count
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| One Mississippi, you can’t get with me
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| Two Mississippi, you never gon' hit me
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| Three Mississippi, can’t no bitch trick me
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| Four Mississippi, won’t no dog sick me
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| Five Mississippi, we in Mississippi
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| Twenty deep in the block, real niggas rock with me
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| Blazing, revving in the black 9/11
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| Lox out of sight like Michael Knight and Kevin
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| Living dead, hoes giving head to the Feds
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| Catch him with the Calico, light him up in bed
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| Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
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| It’s a two way street, be large or small
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| Livin' the life, either you die or ball
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| It’s a two way street, be rich or poor
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| Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
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| It’s a two way street, be large or small
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| Livin' the life, either you die or ball
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| It’s a two way street, be rich or poor
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| My niggas order parts for cars
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| Like motherfuckin' pizza for years
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| While you get all yours from Sears
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| What nigga even my guns be German
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| Links, Cuban, rugs, Persian
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| Now we can take this another level papa
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| And simply bust your pinata, you hot sa
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| LOX take blocks, turn 'em into Fort Knox
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| Cake wasn’t blowin' here, till we started going there
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| What I ain’t hating you 'cause you’s a little richer
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| But you old and I’m young, so that mean I think quicker
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| When bitch drunk, I’m bent up, I bounce with the land blow
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| pump the missile, black berry molassi
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| Flossin' with the bad mama sita
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| My chi ca, be ten cent
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| Job with the government
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| Tap the Fed line so when they raid I’ll be lovin' it
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| Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
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| It’s a two way street, be large or small
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| Livin' the life, either you die or ball
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| It’s a two way street, be rich or poor
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| Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
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| It’s a two way street, be large or small
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| Livin' the life, either you die or ball
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| It’s a two way street, be rich or poor
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| I swear under oath, no bullshit will any lock take
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| 'Cause we stop drama like anti lock brakes
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| High stakes, politic, pies and cakes
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| Real niggas do dirt, tell lies then skate
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| What up, son? |
| What you bullshittin' 'bout now, huh?
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| Where we from? |
| Don’t matter 'cause we gettin' it done
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| Land Rover, double sun roof, bulletproof
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| Tangaray and grapefruit, got me hurlin' on my boots
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| Man, please spit it out, twist the trees
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| 5:40 I fly when I’m dissin' the D’s
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| Deep Dish P., Sip Dom P. with ease
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| First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze
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| Ain’t about that, trying to do without that
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| Makin' niggas fuck up their budget
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| Time to get their paper route back
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| L O X three letter word, black mall
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| With every last member of the team on the job
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| Whether it be controllin' the street, holdin' the heat
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| Really don’t matter to me, long as we eat
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| Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
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| It’s a two way street, be large or small
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| Livin' the life, either you die or ball
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| It’s a two way street, be rich or poor
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| Livin' the life, either you rise or fall
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| It’s a two way street, be large or small
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| Livin' the life, either you die or ball
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| It’s a two way street, be rich or poor
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| Livin' the life |