Bonafied

Lyrics

[Verse 1: O.C.] Yo, fuck having my neck dripped With jewels that don't mean shit This man behind this rhyme is the nigga that's slick, licking My thumbs, counting papers from my street-smart wigs In the club, we hug, foes taking some flick Pushing the same whips niggas got with platinum stacks Two LPs – far from Gold, yo, people think I'm selling cracksnah! They see me living with a smile on my face And if you see me in the spot, I'm down low in the place Sipping my liquor, Rémy Martin running through my liver Sucking on lemon peels, them shits tastes bitter Having fun, for that particular time and date I feel I'm almost to the point, so I calmly skate Fuck all the broads, fuck all the cats who applaud my name Who wouldn't give me no love if I wasn't in the game I'm full of surprises, analyze the all-wise Good Cartiers protect my eyes when I'm dipping on the BQ My Benz see-through—fuck tints I'm live, nigga, and so is my people Half of me is godly, the other half is evil So if it comes down to it, I'm strapped if we do it – feel me [Hook: Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bona fide thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because– Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bona fide thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe [Verse 2: O.C.] Yo, I try to live my life right Earth is like the Tree of Life Tempted by the forbidden fruit in my face, I wanna take a bite of it It looks sweet, making my mouth water, then I thought of A foul thought of filming somebody daughter on camcorder She of age, but her mind's in the cage Fucked my man and my man and my man for no wage Savage cause, Devil's got me locked by the balls Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war Mixed feelings like, Rémy and cranberry, a man– How will he fall if I shoot him dead where he stand? I'm thinking like Charles Manson Dreaming of Marilyn Manson Praying over my grave, deep with the plants and Roots of evil coming in shapes and forms I cannot identify what's right and what's wrong All I know is, sometimes, I fiend for dough, fiend for clothes And fiend for hoes backstage at my shows. Uh! [Hook: Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bona fide thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because– Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bona fide thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe [Verse 3: O.C.] Yo, yo Life is full of lessons that we all must learn Take heed and pay attention 'cause a drastic turn Can be just around the corner, waiting, coming dead-on It depends on how you're living and the path you're on It's in the cards being dealt – I want the best for me It's love, Hell or right, O.C. has a destiny to be The best that I can be—that means giving my all I'm too intelligent and bright to be taking a fall I'm 20 some-odd years old, young, Black, and a force I'm living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause Retire, somewhere, living in the Keys of Flor', sipping on Coors Old and happy, spit tobacco from my jaws The price of hard living, hard work Granted you're given a chance, y'all – succeed and advance far Take advantage, opportunities is right in your face Avoid it unless driven to it, murder was the case. Uh! [Hook: Jay-Z] Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bona fide thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because– Love is life and life is love Real live niggas and bona fide thugs Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe