Life - Tony Yayo, Kidd Kidd, Young Buck

Don’t question me about nothing I don’t owe nobody no convo

Wanna do somethin' fo me then make my little brother bond ho

Might order me a few bottles, bring it to me with the sparkles

A couple partners just came home, just dropped all the charges

And this ghost is lookin' gorgeous

I think I might just set this bitch or forgis

1 time for my old homie he died behind that gold Roley

2 times fo them broke bitches been actin' like they don’t know me

Yes I am the new wave with these black shades and my new J’s

And I got the Unit sittin' back ontop like Toupee’s

I like all my pussy paid, I eat all my pussy shaved

Produc-Product of these projects, I’ma sell my dope regardless

Back gettin' money with 50 but i still feel like i’m starving

Ho ye I know what I’m chargin', bitch don’t start all that arguing

And just cuz you see this phantom don’t mean I still ain’t robbin'

Ay wassup wassup Harlem back on my Brooklyn Bullshit

And I’m crossing queen’s bridge with a white brick and a full clip

Forgi’s with 2 inch lips, I set my Vette bow-legged

My bitch don’t need no makeup and my pictures don’t need no edit

I’ve just been going ratchet, fuck a rapper I wrap that package

You can’t buy no gift with plastic, so I ain’t worried bout payin' no taxes

Look i just need a stove and somewhere to dump my ashes

Let em check my fashion everytime the camera flashin'

(Do you know how many gangsters lost they life for this?)

Yeah, I got partners lost they life for this, my homeboy doin life for this

(Do you know how many people lost they life for this?)

Yeah, I know killers took his life for this, you might get your life for this

Forensics make the truth come to light, blue star spray see the blood in dark

light

Thank god my homie 25 to life, plus his DNA was on the scene that’s the type

Gangsta’s payed they dues lost they life for this, over small shit you can get

yo ass hit

Duckin' demons in my sleep, I’m sky dweller dreaming bout them lears and model

freaks

Water whippin' by the stove, Work, in the eye can’t breathe fuck police, shirt

2 brick of dope, table full of wax paper, traffic in the trap a nigga finally

made it

Man this shit too real, too much beef I need 2 grills

Can’t be swangin' at ya i’m bangin' at ya, I’m too lil'

Get yo mama killed over a dollar bill

Just cracked them dice you don’t know how I feel

Strap up and walk back off, you know how it is, no genre

Lay it down, nobody move don’t make a sound

Get yo daughter drowned prayers go out to Bobby Brown

You think I got time to take a loss for this?

You know how many guns I done bought for this

Ya head comin' off for this, I work hard for this

I’m hard to hit, killer on call for this

She used to play hard to get, now I’m hard to miss

She gon pop me off for this, she gon top me off for this

My nigga done it all for this, we even duck the law for this

Just saw King Kevo on first 48, my youngin’s ain’t talk for this huh!