Love My Life

Lyrics

[Intro: Cam'ron] Ayo, I never claim to be hard, tough, no homo Gangsta, none of the above Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard? You know through the trials and tribulations that life brings I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever You know you can't expect everything from everybody So get up, get out and get something That's what I did [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell He gave birth to the best MC you never heard Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C He did damage, road managed by G-O-D A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars Cutlass 68', hooptie 75' Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career That's a fact, dick, ain't talking no rap shit I'm talking that MAC clip, niggas will back-flip Act sick, my dude studied the Sabbath No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish He could have my house, he could keep my Mauris He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story [Break: Cam'ron] That's why my dudes love me, I let them do them You either gon' be rich or famous fucking with me...probably both If you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play Lotto 9 out of 10 times you gon' win, nigga [Chorus: Nicole Wray] Play the game, sure to win They all up on me, know they wants my ends I sacrifice, I roll the dice I love my hood, I love my life [Verse 2: Cam'ron] See, a boss I'm prepared to be When I walk away from a confrontation I ain't scared of you, I'm scared of me I got a gun - you don't, so it's flares you'll see After that, a five-thousand volt chair for me So I move carefully; niggas don't care for me Who care? I don't; you share, I won't Calm down, breathe again I don't do extortion unless I'm on the receiving end Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak That's word to me, told me I deserved to eat Moved to a killer Ave, right from a murder street Rocked Adidas Forums, even though they hurt my feet (that's fucked up) I don't look in the sky, never mind stars Know some fine stars right behind bars Snags, Black, Doe on house arrest Zeek, Sheek, won't even throw out the rest They wanted my ass, right along side Zeek Turn myself in? Nope, play hide and go seek I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome Yeah, I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on? And hour after hour, I would chill at the after hours Where they flash the powder, no bath or shower In that same spot, realized math is power So I point at the mansion that is ours [Chorus: Nicole Wray] Play the game, sure to win They all up on me, know they wants my ends I sacrifice, I roll the dice I love my hood, I love my life