Life

Lyrics

[Intro] You know what it is, turn my mic up Turn my muh'fuckin' mic up on these faggot ass niggas THAT'S MY WORD... [Verse 1] I'm linked to the loonies, yeah a live wire Though I think like them Sunnis, shit, I never tire Social drinker if you knew me Plus, I'm a buyer All bottles on me baby (baby..), put your bids in Without a plan I just ran, and I slid in Hundred grand, now we fam, I could fit in Fake love from these Matrix thugs So move, nothin' personal, or take these slugs I'm back, the MAC double, clap Strap to the lap in the hatch back With the duffle pack, puffin' a sack I never nap, but I see niggas sleep on me So for that, I'ma make 'em sleep eternally AZ the archangel, my smarts is tangled So I could dumb at any time or send them sharks to bang you Chains dangle, charms all glossy and lit So like that shit Flava Flav said, stay off his dick [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, muh'fucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight [Verse 2] First the, Lex off the lot then the Jag came next Then them cheques started pop, and these crabs got vex But when you, fresh off the block, you just laugh at threats So baby pa, I'm a star for real, so no stress One of the best that made that transition, sold the Beamer Never a bitch nigga, stand pissin', got a, cold demeanor Full of that ambition, still, hold the Nina So no disrespect, but don't be a [?] I'm a steamer, puff trees consecutively Classic shit all day like, B.I.G Passionate, how I spit on this M-I-C So pardon me, but y'all puffers better PYT I am he, the most hated, but the ho's favorite Flows flagrant, hall of famer like Joe Namath You know I'm heinous, so why violate my slot? I'm as serious as a Muslim when he makin Salah [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, muh'fucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight [Verse 3] Made for the silver screens, vocals is vivid Play the shade in the Philippines, I, blow through some digits Still a fiend for the illest jeans, I'm supposed to live it Was chose, like them Gucci soles that expose the signatures No limit from the start, never seen a finish With heart and a little smarts, proceeds is endless It depends on what mark is left, if a OG's remembered And how I chow was just part of my style, hear me now? Cross paths with the craziest that, had no conscience You know that kingpin, 80's shit, when they spaz they monsters Get ya ass found chopped up in a trash bag in Yonkers Thank God they only rappin' today, it's that real I know some big wills that's still tryin' to, appeal they case Baby face, biddin' niggas since '88 So I'ma skate 'til I slip and, shipped upstate I know y'all hatin' ass niggas can't wait, muh'fuckas... [Chorus] (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, muh'fucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right, muh'fucka (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Get yo' shit right Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight