Tytuł: My Life

• Wykonawca: Juvenile
• Wyświetleń: 216

[TQ harmonizing at the start]
  
  [Juvenile]
  Who the fuck - nigga hittin shots in the truck
  Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked
  The wodie that I'm with, bawlin up like a bitch
  instead of tryin to retaliate by bustin his shit
  My leg already fucked up, been playin it bald
  Now I gotta drive the car too, (?) and all
  Left arm on the steerin wheel, right on the Mac
  Them niggaz brought it to me raw so I'm bringin it back
  Out the window with it dumb sinnin, but I crashed
  This boy went straight through window his stupid ass
  And I'm noticin I smell gas
  Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass
  I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks
  What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this
  Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas
  They'll meet - even the buildings gonna be ash
  
  [Chorus 2X: TQ - over harmonizing]
  My life my life my life my life
  My life my life my life my life
  Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
  Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
  
  [Juvenile]
  I'ma go on to survive but the story returns
  After bein treated several months for 3rd degree burns
  My lil cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children
  I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin her feelings
  He's lookin at a L, swearin no need for a trial
  Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial
  Whatchu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file
  Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while
  I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk
  Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk
  I read lips when I pull up, right after I park
  I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart
  Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black
  Your everyday niggaz ain't even muchly makin transac'
  If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten
  The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Juvenile]
  Niggaz be knowin them bitches slippin when I'm dishin
  I'd rather be locked down in prison than come up missin
  But that goes to show you how fast the laws work
  They was peepin with somebody that punished them boys first
  Don't they know the people still thinkin I sent the hit
  I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit
  To the police, I sounded like the boy cryin wolf
  Cause they know I like slangin rice shootin dice with the crooks
  Everythang in life I accumulated I took
  It's a neverending episode, my life is a book
  I'm hot, so I'm ridin round up in Rock(?)
  There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos
  Man that's one of them niggaz was tryin to snipe me
  I betcha everybody in that crowd don't like me
  I should go up in the bitch bustin
  But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin
  
  [Chorus - repeat 2X]
  
  [TQ harmonizing]