only one who can. Chorus: Lives getting younger. It changed all the dreams that I have. Here we die again. Bridge 1: How could I always choose death over life
twisted 'cause she open when ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is
got a pine box just your size, I know it'll fit Your whole life's a mistake, stop holdin' the pen Kill yourself, come back as a man over again 'Cause
through the concrete, blowin' my chronic And I move like a diplomat, hoodie and fitted caps Dwell in the habitat where cons and killers at Faced a thousand deaths
can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your "Bad Boy For Life" No matter what
car, reverse the beef Put it all in a pot and boil it on a D Dot beat Sometimes I get drunk for stress relief Other times I put 'Life After Death' on
It has been, it has been, it has been, it has been It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death,
And if you really must know man CTE for life kill a nigger snow man Chorus Put a lame mouth when I feel like nothing You niggers getting back over here
think of as my life boat sails away El Dorado come and play, El Dorado step this way Take a ticket for the ride El Dorado streets of gold, see those shipments over
them? What the fuck is wrong (Wrong) With them? Uh, mind over matter Money over all The world is on my shoulders Shall I dust my shoulders off? Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over
their loss Payback time, boy, life's the cost Gauges out the window, one lay cross the roof They all die if those suckers ain't bullet proof I'm rollin' death
' of Peace to all the gangsters 'cuz I gotta lotta love Gotta lotta love Yo, this is goin' out to all the gangbangers All over South Central, Watts, Inglewood All over
life of crime why play ya blind? A simple look and anyone with two cents would know I'm a hardcore player from he streets Rappin' bout hardcore topics over
me And to y'all suckers with your acrobatic, player hatin' tatics Tryin' to jump over the bree and plannin' and hustlin' I've been corporatin' to this music over
goin' out like that man? Yo, sellin' out like it ain't nothin' man I ain't with it Dig it, I'm just a brother from L.A. South Central, I live life the
, and I drink milk Cause that's my muthafuckin biz I never sell out, cause it's no sale, kid Hardcore to my heart from the fuckin start Whether done over
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
life nine. Pimping aint dead cause I be the life line And I don't buy the bar cuz it don't sell white wine Gon' let that light shine ballin' for a life
