Coptic - Living the Life lyrics

[Notorious B.I.G] + (Faith Evans) To my motherf**in' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man Inject a tall can to his blood stream if he can Biggie Smalls, the p**y stroker Emcee prover, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?) I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras Your girl bu*t cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?) The raw rapper, spot smacker Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker A shy n***a, but I ain't ya f**in' comforter And If I ever fall in love, I better f** it up Ask the hooker, If I didn't jug her She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her (Why you wanna...play games on me?) b**h, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze No time for the ill sh** Mess with the n***as on that real blood spill sh** My rappin' tactics, are drastic Stretchin' motherf**ers like Mr. Fantastic So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be Filled with energy, n***as never gettin' me [Hook 2X: Bobby Valentino and Cheri Dennis] + (Ludacris ab-libbing) Big cities and bright lights Short days and long nights No stress and no strife I'm high off living the life [Ludacris] It's clear to see that I'm the motherf**in' man, I done learned from the Best of em; Took the first slot, n***as still second guessin' em Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stresin' em' Outlastin' a bunch of 'em , outflowed the rest of em' Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullsh** But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder I'm rich, b**h! I've done more shows than Oprah And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever Roll with a bunch of n***as that don't know no better King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one f**in' wit me They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times [Hook] + (Ludacris ab-libbing) [Snoop Dogg] To my n***a Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block Got the heaters co*ked, cause I know the s**ers on the block Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy n***a stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? They say the game ain't what it use to be on (?) Used to be a G, but now he just a ho Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names You f**in' up the rules to this dirty game, and it's a diry shame I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route Now, makin' money, havin' clout, what's what it's all about Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house Now they call me Snoopy Trump I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust Now hat's a stain on a n***a, I bang on a n***a Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young n***a; I'm livin' the life! [Hook] + (Snoop Dogg ab-libbing) [Hook] - w/o ab-libs