25 Ta Life

Lyrics
[Verse] It was a hot summer day, I was dyin' from the heat Walkin up 118 street Although I'm hot like stew In the back of my mind it was a bottle of brew Now a ice cold bottle would just quench my thirst Or get some boom from the dread, which ever one comes first Now is it brew (Yeah), or is it boom? (Yeah) So I lit up the boom and now may I presume? (Yeah) Now about three o'clock I had to meet my crew I looked at my watch and then I noticed it was half past two I saw these two honeys walkin' down the avenue And one of them said, "All I think about is havin' you" Now in my mind I realized I could'a took her, could'a took her But Nice is not the one to treat the ladies like a hooker Don't mean to diss, but it's not on my list So I gave her a kiss and said, "Um, goodbye miss" From the streets I heard a horn beep There was a crew four deep in a dark blue Jeep I heard 'em speak, he said, "My ride is fat" So why you're sweatin' D-Nice? "Baby, he ain't all that" Now first things first, why all the rude behaviour? You should'a been taught how to respect this flavor He jumped out the jeep like, "Yo, what up, chief?" But I don't eat pork, so I guess he wanted beef I realized I was on my own I didn't proceed to make a move until a blow was thrown He swung but missed, I caught him with a fist Although I wish it didn't have to come to this I started breakin' him down with the speed, had him astounded The right caught his jaw and it sounded like Boom boom bap, boom bam He had no idea that D was nice with his hands He stepped back, so I thought he was through But right about now up steps his crew We all threw down and went round for round I'm givin' it all I had to give until I fell face down [Breakdown] Yeah [Verse (Continued)] They proceeded to stomp but in all of the madness Somehow, someway, I was damn sure glad this Person slid me a pistol from behind Not the weasel, pop, pop, pop goes the .9 So if you're wonderin' why you ain't heard word of them I (Murdered them, murdered them) But since I pulled the trigger I guess I have to pay the price Pushin' 25 to life [Outro] I guess I have to pay the price I guess I have to pay the price I guess I have to pay the price I guess I have to pay the price Pop goes the .9, pushin' 25 to life
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Credits
- Writers
- D-Nice