To my huh, we all we got Let's it down though, y'know? it's gon' go down This we gotta deal with y'know? Yo
It's the we chose, where friends become foes And the get you killed quicker than you know is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the way out is death or goin' broke
This the life we chose, ain't too happy endings That's why ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this is fucked up but yo, but yo life is the only life I know
Gold bathtubs, makin' to my queen Get my rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green Statues, marble floors, rare on my wall My lifestyle's the Forbes Magazine
Closets, of rockets and submachines Take this nigga out the projects and his team Yo we cruise past street lights, ill Mr. Child both coasts the most loud toast
Calicos roast y'all folks, y'all dyin' it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science My enemies got money, so should watch how I play it They never know we enemies until they me say it
Till kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it" Till they on the floor, mixed on the pavement High-class elegance, you respect or you You go against you'd piss on an electrical fence
It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't you to blink You get showered by lead, comin' out with your Bow ties and tuxedos, Eagles
Dump drugs and acid, then they with the Rico It's fuckin' with niggaz you hope you can trust You a fool if main bitch is easy to fuck And you've got money, is these greedy or what? Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you
It's the we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker you know This is the we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is death or goin'
This the life we chose, ain't too many endings why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is up but yo This life is the life I know
Uhh, love when you don't give your man enough dough? He wanna you What's love, you got beef? rollin' wit you What's love, you locked up, and your family care Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the
What's real, when you your man's girl is a hoe And you don't even let him know, 'cause you her befo' What's real, when you talk a man's back you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
What's trust, they separate your case When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in face What's trust, when you keep wife away from your man? And he never crossed you but you claimin' fam'?
What's trust, you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate? They blaze haze with 'em the next day? God forbid one of my get hit, I'ma go haywire hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But different, you won't know how you react Till you in position, and that's an actual fact The hearts of men as time goes on, who's wrong? You was hungry you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's Foul all your life, now you 90 On deathbed you regret bein' grimy What's lust, a nut? What's a thug? A ghetto child raised drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga When he come home to catch case? Life's about decisions, you choose it, you live it You did it, or hell or prison
Who knows when clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up Save up before it's over neighbor, I ya You gettin' player, look at those who gave up
It's the life we chose, where friends become And the dough'll get you killed quicker you know is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes And the only way out is or goin' broke
This the we chose, ain't too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many niggaz in it And I'll admit it, this life is up but yo This life is the life I know