You gotta learn how to paint that picture, movie shit
Yeah, uh
Forgive me, Lord, I'm a sinner (Forgive me)
I break bread with other sinners
Who do you blame when you influenced by them killers?
Early '90s we was gassed off of Menace
'Cause I was so O-Dog, .44 bulldog
Drugs in my pocket, I sold crack by my schoolyard
Mama prayin' hard, but I would break the rules more
Shootin' by the corner store, we just made the news, y'all
They said that I would end up in a cell or the cemetery
We was in the field feelin' like it was the military
I done seen a couple soldiers lost, now they dead and buried
Out here it's hot, but it's chilly like it's February
God damn, good nigga with bad habits
Said I'll leave the club alone, I'm back at it
Runnin' through the industry lookin' for rap static
God body, nigga, I mastered the mathematics, yeah
Ain't no love in this life, nigga
Get your money, live your life, nigga (It's just an emotion)
What's more, your money or your life, nigga? (Get your money)
Keep your money, take your life, nigga (Playin' with us)
Ain't no love in this life, nigga (Lobby)
Get your money, live your life, nigga (Get your money)
What's more, your money or your life, nigga?
Keep your money, take your life, nigga
Can't separate real love from my love for the streets (I love it, though)
Since thirteen seen niggas killed in cold blood in the streets
Start movin' coke 'cause my fridge it was no grub we could eat
You ever had a speedy trial and had to face the judge for a week?
In the early '90s we was gassed off of Juice (Facts)
In the projects called Taft we was gettin' cash off of juice
Really though, when Pac was actin', he was runnin' through Harlem
I was really clappin' while I was gunnin' through Harlem with you
Some consider it to be the mecca of fresh
But it was dangerous there, you gotta keep a TEC in your fresh
I'm talkin' back when it was the GS with the Lex'
You mighta caught me in front the lobby in the 'jects with my sweats
With my pockets bulgin' while I was countin' up pack money
Felt like a millionaire, my first hundred off of crack money
I've got no opps, the only opps is opportunities
But you could be an opp, fucker, if you ever stop me from doin' me, I'ma (Pop, pop, pop)
Ain't no love in this life, nigga
Get your money, live your life, nigga (You listenin' to us?)
What's more, your money or your life, nigga? (What's more important, fucker?)
Keep your money, take your life, nigga
Ain't no love in this life, nigga (Hear me clearly)
Get your money, live your life, nigga
What's more, your money or your life, nigga? (You know the game)
Keep your money, take your life, nigga
And it, it really ain't no love out here, you heard?
Get your money, stay low
Don't do what them fuck-heads do, you heard?
Don't get caught up in the blender and spin, nigga
'Cause that's all we gon' do is spin, nigga, 'til we dizzy, nigga
You heard? Lobby shit
East side shit, Brooklyn, cross the bridge, nigga
You heard? I still got them uh-uh, I'll chalk your body, you heard?
Matrix, where you at? Grr
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