To my huh, we all we got Let's hold it though, y'know? However it's go down This we gotta deal with y'know? Yo
It's the we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you quicker than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake and hoes And the way out is death or goin' broke
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 is fucked up but yo, but yo life is the only life I know
Gold bathtubs, love to my queen Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up Statues, floors, rare paintings on my wall My lifestyle's like the Magazine
Closets, full of and submachines Take this nigga out the and his thug team Yo we past street lights, ill rides Mr. Child both with the most loud toast
Calicos roast y'all folks, y'all dyin' it's hard to fuck around when we dealin' with science My got money, so y'all should watch how I play it They never know we enemies they hear me say it
Till they on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it" Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the elegance, you respect or you hiss You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical
It's strategic, how these want you to think be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep Why you stink? Yo, streets don't allow you to blink You get showered by lead, comin' out your mink Bow ties and tuxedos, bust
Dump drugs and acid, they rush with the Rico It's hard with niggaz you hope you can trust You a fool if your bitch is easy to fuck And you've got money, is these hoes or what? Shit is devious, ex-friends you stuck
the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you This is the life we chose, bring snakes and hoes And the way out is death or goin' broke
This the life we chose, too many happy endings That's why there ain't too many niggaz in it And I'll admit it, life is fucked up but yo This is the only life I know
Uhh, what's love when you don't your man enough dough? He wanna you love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you What's love, you locked up, and family don't care Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the
real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her What's real, when you behind a man's back Then you see him and give him dap, now that?
What's trust, when they your case When you at your court date, your co-de', look in your face What's trust, when you your wife away from your man? And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's
What's trust, you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate? They blaze purple haze with 'em the day? God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, go haywire Won't hesitate, I'ma spray
But different, you won't know how you react Till you in that position, and that's an fact The hearts of men as time goes on, who's wrong? You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all life, now you 90 On deathbed you regret bein' grimy lust, a bust 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 a nigga worse When he come home to catch another Life's about decisions, you it, you gotta live it You did it, or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock'll tickin', get your weight up Save up before it's neighbor, I told ya You gettin' older player, look at who gave up
the life we chose, where friends become foes And the dough'll get you killed than you know This is the life we chose, bring fake and hoes And the way out is death or goin' broke
This the life we chose, ain't too many endings That's why there too many happy niggaz in it And I'll admit it, life is fucked up but yo This life is the only I know