Livin That Life (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Once upon a time, my 9 stayed in the small of my back I sold crack and drove a Cadillac (Cadillac) Shot craps, made snaps on the corner by the stop sign Strapped with my 'gnac, dank sack and my Glock 9 Kickin' it with the homies on the grind for cabbage (Grind for cabbage) A Double-R soldier, 3C savage (3C savage) Runnin' from the ones with the nightsticks High-speed chasin' and racin' in tight shit (Tight shit) Back in '85 sellin' goop was the shit (Goop was the shit) Wasn't a thing that them fiends wouldn't do for a hit (Do for a hit) Bitches sucked dick, niggas rented they cars While young players like me became street stars (Street stars) Glued to the track with a sack and a handgun Steady sweatin' sales, stoppin' cars at random (Random) Runnin' from the 50, hittin' fences and hidin' out Seven cars deep is how the homies is ridin' out (That's how we was ridin' out) House parties pop, stayed packed with hoodrats (Hoodrats) Niggas on the mic, drunk, bustin' them hood raps (Hood raps) Hooked on the dank, Thunderbird we drank Rollin' in the bucket with the fucked up paint (Fucked up paint) 24/7 on the hunt for coochie Sportin' Troop, Nikes, Fila, and Gucci (Gucci) Makin' much money on the dope track But when the crack slacked then niggas started to jack (Niggas started to jack) Every young nigga tryna stay in the mix (Stay in the mix) Was breakin' them tricks and cold hittin' them licks Jackin' became the quickest way to make some mail (Make the mail) But some niggas fell and spent years in jail (Years in jail) Droppin' nine in the pen tryna make they chest bigger Some niggas died gettin' jacked by the next nigga But that's the way it goes, you pay the price When you're deep in the game (Deep in the game), and you're livin' that life [Verse 2: Mac Dre] I was against all odds, fresh out the womb My only hope was to soak game, so I consume While niggas chilled and parlayed, I learned the hard way (Hard way) Scuffed and roughed up, the game had scarred Dre Back in the days, all I knew was the hood and rocks (That's all I know) Lookin' for funk and headed straight for a wooden box (Straight for a wooden box) Prone to quick cash and gettin' the grit fast Never really trippin' on how long would shit last Earnin' my ghetto stripes from scraps and ghetto fights Fuckin' with hoodrats, them tramps and ghetto types (Ghetto types) Never givin' a fuck, nah, not even sometimes Just havin' a fun time, runnin' from one-time Trippin', and wasn't even peepin' the shit (Peepin' the shit) Slippin', and steady gettin' deep in the shit (Deep in the shit) I let the game control me, shape and mold me Then it treated me coldly, it pimped and hoed me (Pimped and hoed me) I was sellin' the crack but not stackin' a damn thang And now that I look back, man, it's a damn shame (Man, it's a damn shame) Couldn't recognize there was game to peep (Game to peep) The dank had me gone and my brain is sleep (Brain is sleep) I finally woke up in the federal pen Broke than a motherfucker beggin' for ends (Beggin' for ends) I was a midget, a small digit — forgotten Game was stale, my name was rotten Had life by the ass, my shit was twisted I thought about the hood and how much I missed it But the life I was livin' wasn't really shit (Really shit) I was clockin' them ends but wasn't stackin' a grip (Wasn't stackin' a grip) They had the world thinkin' I was runnin' in vaults I reassessed my thoughts, and proved my faults And for the next four years, I kicked and waited Becomin' top notch while incarcerated But that's the way it goes, you pay the price When you're deep in the game (Deep in the game), and you're livin' that life