The Alchemist - Lose Your Life (instrumental) lyrics

Lose your life Yeah, what up? Snoopie D-O Dub West coast kings, what's up, Alchemist? I wanna holla real quick, man 'Cause see a lota these n***as got the game f**ed up, man, they don't know, man It's real seriously, it's heavy out in those streets, man You could lose your like that You wanna lose your life Play me, got a pocket and mah co*k it and you might You wanna lose your life n***as getting dropped and popped on the block every night You wanna lose your life Money is the key in the street life You wanna lose your life Walking 'round gang banging betta keep that thang hanging 20 lil missiles in the clip of the 5-7 I'm like navigation if you trying to find heaven You already know I'm a rare breed Sitting on a nice amount of acres and square feet Yeah, see even the best die respect my Colombian neck tie, you just can't pa** d**h by You can be homie 'cause neutral god body, neita, king Zulu One thing about d**h it ain't gonna fool you No reason to lie for nothing to prove too Why you still here? Though the devil will use you Closed casket is how I know the bullets abused you Even though I'm a boss I like to eat food too Spray a n***a block up when I'm in the mood too Blow a blunt get a drink whatever soothes you 'Cause if it ain't the street the system will lose you You wanna lose your life Play me got a pocket and mah co*k it and you might You wanna lose your life n***as getting dropped and popped on the block every nightt You wanna lose your life Money is the key in the street life You wanna lose your life Walking 'round gang banging betta keep that thang hanging Homie, listen to the flow let it take you where you're going Billy Jean step over the track till it's glowing You thinking I'm the O N E metaphors are no win Avalanche P pushed powder till you snowed in Open sesame unveil the recipe c**aine cook up, h**n and ecstasy Got me locked in the coupe like the lambos arresting me Gun play necessity war fare, none spared Duffel bag money ain't all there we sick 'em all morning victim He who test P just begging for the d**h walk with devilish me Sit back kick back knowing that there's none hotter Graduated from a drug dealer's alma-mater Magna cum lauder, the kitchen I'm so jada You n***as got no worries, hakuna matata You wanna lose your life Play me got a pocket and mah co*k it and you might You wanna lose your life n***as getting dropped and popped on the block every night You wanna lose your life Money is the key in the street life You wanna lose your life Walking 'round gang banging betta keep that thang hanging [Incomprehensible] n***as getting dropped and popped on the block every night Chemical warfare