BandPlay - Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Young Buck] Don't question me about nothing I don't owe nobody no convo Wanna do somethin' fo me then make my little brother bond ho Might order me a few bottles, bring it to me with the sparkles A couple partners just came home, just dropped all the charges And this ghost is lookin' gorgeous I think I might just set this b**h or forgis 1 time for my old homie he died behind that gold Roley 2 times fo them broke b**hes been actin' like they don't know me Yes I am the new wave with these black shades and my new J's And I got the Unit sittin' back ontop like Toupee's I like all my p**y paid, I eat all my p**y shaved Produc-Product of these projects, I'ma sell my dope regardless Back gettin' money with 50 but i still feel like i'm starving Ho ye I know what I'm chargin', b**h don't start all that arguing And just cuz you see this phantom don't mean I still ain't robbin' Ay wa**up wa**up Harlem back on my Brooklyn Bullsh** And I'm crossing queen's bridge with a white brick and a full clip Forgi's with 2 inch lips, I set my Vette bow-legged My b**h don't need no makeup and my pictures don't need no edit I've just been going ratchet, f** a rapper I wrap that package You can't buy no gift with plastic, so I ain't worried bout payin' no taxes Look i just need a stove and somewhere to dump my ashes Let em check my fashion everytime the camera flashin' [Hook: Young Buck] (Do you know how many gangsters lost they life for this?) Yeah, I got partners lost they life for this, my homeboy doin life for this (Do you know how many people lost they life for this?) Yeah, I know k**ers took his life for this, you might get your life for this [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] Forensics make the truth come to light, blue star spray see the blood in dark light Thank god my homie 25 to life, plus his DNA was on the scene that's the type Gangsta's payed they dues lost they life for this, over small sh** you can get yo a** hit Duckin' demons in my sleep, I'm sky dweller dreaming bout them lears and model freaks Water whippin' by the stove, Work, in the eye can't breathe f** police, shirt 2 brick of dope, table full of wax paper, traffic in the trap a n***a finally made it [Hook: Young Buck (x2)] [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] Man this sh** too real, too much beef I need 2 grills Can't be swangin' at ya i'm bangin' at ya, I'm too lil' Get yo mama k**ed over a dollar bill Just cracked them dice you don't know how I feel Strap up and walk back off, you know how it is, no genre Lay it down, nobody move don't make a sound Get yo daughter drowned prayers go out to Bobby Brown You think I got time to take a loss for this? You know how many guns I done bought for this Ya head comin' off for this, I work hard for this I'm hard to hit, k**er on call for this She used to play hard to get, now I'm hard to miss She gon pop me off for this, she gon top me off for this My n***a done it all for this, we even duck the law for this Just saw King Kevo on first 48, my youngin's ain't talk for this huh! [Hook: Young Buck (x2)]