Ill Bill - Our Life lyrics

[Intro: Necro] Yo... Don't make me flip on you Actually you can't make me do nothing I might decide to [Verse 1: Necro] I used to mush thugs And now I push d** I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug Used to show me his guns Ain't a cat that knows me as son Remember violence at only one I used to watch how my Pops would treat a girl And beef with the world He had a bone to pick That's why my dome was sick It rubbed off on me Because the apple don't fall far from the tree g You cats keep your distance Cause your scared I might flip in an instant When I was filled with innocence I was still committing sins Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon I shove a knife in your grin I run with convicts who stick up kids That'll rob you for six bucks b**h We flip right before you expect it Because we were neglected, as children now we're hectic We shot men and we rob gems I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them Got easier access to a Glock-10 In case, one in ya face is the only option [Hook x2] Necro with Ill Bill Walk around like - murder, murder, k**, k** Gun up in your grill And you screaming 'Chill! Chill!' Didn't have your steel, now you get your cap peeled This is our life, our life [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Ayo, I grew up in the motherf**ing projects My moms says if my pop left We would have to get a section-8 apartment The rent's cheap, I see Decepticons at least Ten deep, run up on me flipping, wanna set beef That was some f*ggot sh**, me and my brother Went for do-lo The only 2 white kids up in my projects that wasn't h*mo I fought every day, beefed with a hundred cats Way before I started sold d** and busting caps Way before I bust my first nut, I love to rap At 10 years old is when I first started to f** with that Everyone else in my PJ's who'd rhyme was black I kept it to myself, continued to define my craft I used to buy my mother milk dragging a spike bat You fought with me, I was the type of cat to fight back I lace you with a broken nose, holding the ice pack Whites, blacks, Puerto Rican's, we was poor, it was wack My mom's tried her best I never graduated high school I learned to pump d** and pack 9's instead Became one of those violent heads Have you on a respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead [Hook x2]