Necro - Our Life lyrics

Yo, don't make me flip on you. Actually you can't make me do nothing... I might decide to. [Necro] I used to mush thugs And now i push d** I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug. He used to show me his guns Ain't a cat that knows me as son Remember violence the 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 Cos the apple don't fall far from the tree, g You cats keep your distance Cos your scared i might flip in a instance When i was filled with innocence I was still commiting sins Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon I'll shove a knife in your grin I run with convicts and stick up kids That will rob you for 6 bucks b**h We flip right before you expect it 'cause 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 ten In case one in your face is the only option. [Chorus]x2 Necro and I'll Bill Walk around like Murder murder, k** k** Gun up in ur grill Now u screamin chill chill Didn't have ur steele Now u get ur cap peeled This is our life (our life) [Ill Bill] Ayo i grew up in the motherf**in projects My mom says since my pop left We had to get a section aid apparment The rents cheap I see decepticons at least 10 deep Run up on me flippin wanna set beef That was some f*ggot sh** Me and my brother ran for dolo The only two white kids up in my projects That wasn't h*mo I fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats Way before i sold d** and started bustin caps Way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap At ten years old is when i first started to f** with that Everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black I kept it to myself continued to define my craft I used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat You f** wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak I lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack White, black, puerto-rican's we was poor it was wack My mom tried her best i never graduated high school I learned to pump d** and pack nines instead Became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator Even though the doctor know your mind is dead [Chorus]x2 This is Our Life!