[Z-Ro:]
My life is like a crazy game, duckin' & dodgin' crooked cops
On a mission fishin' for feddy, ready to make a knot
I'm used to havin' less & I just can't deal with the stress
And it seems like everywhere I go, another n***a wanna test
Brother don't disrespect yourself & get yourself up in a vine
'Cause I'm a maniac with a mac & a black backpack
Smokin' up on the urban fat sack, I'm tryin' to keep from goin' off
But n***as be tryin' to make me starve when I need groceries in my house
Wicked n***as say they be friends, but end up tryin' to k** your friends
Always turn to foes, that's sayin' it's over millions
Dealin' with dirty n***as on a daily basis
I Don't really wanna f** with 'em, but see they baby faces
I gotta survive.
[Chorus:] [x2]
Let Me Live My Life, n***a don't f** with me
To deal out these deeds, then you die
And when it's my time I hope I don't cry.
[Z-Ro:]
Livin' in the ghetto, day by day
I'm bumpin' tryin' to make a profit 'cause I gotta get my pay
You better keep watchin' me & pretty soon, you'll see man
That I'm a real rich n***a from the Houston streets
Fried out lickin' lookin' for something to eat
I'm on a mission, whippin' birds like they stole something
Pain, it make me wanna roll something
I'm a soldier & I'm outta my mind
Voicemail beepin' for days 'cause I'm out on the grind
Guess my daddy didn't love me 'cause he turned his back
Therefore the streets is my people, a n***a learned like that
And I had to get up & bleed the block
And it don't stop.
[Chorus:] [x2]
Let Me Live My Life, n***a don't f** with me
To deal out these deeds, then you die
And when it's my time I hope I don't cry.
[Z-Ro:]
My n***a Herman Fisher doin' fed time
I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn
I had to start all over, but it didn't matter 'cause I was a soldier
Walkin' around with a king size chip on my shoulder
Missin' my mama while I lay down on benches to sleep
Snatchin' purses & hoppin' fences just to eat
Still I maintain, I'm still in the same game chasin' paper
b**h n***as be up in my business, like oops I'm erasin' haters
I'm S.U.C. for life, KMJ until I'm finished
Like Popeye from the ghetto, but a n***a don't need no spinach
All I need is my Nina when I be flippin' birds
'Cause all I have in this world is my balls & my word.
[Chorus:] [x4]
Let Me Live My Life, n***a don't f** with me
To deal out these deeds, then you die
And when it's mine I hope I don't cry.