Triple CS - Low Life lyrics

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Triple CS - Low Life lyrics

[Intro] I don't rob no more Steal a ride, I pack a 2 Ski a slow, act a fool I'm a murker ghoul You don't want my true circle dude And these k**ers gonna do what they paid to do [Hook] Everything I say so goddamn low life Every song I play so goddamn low life Hard cla** steel, such a goddamn low life Pride, cash deals, such a goddamn low life Low life, low life Low life my whole life Low life, low life Low life my whole life [Verse 1] Human methadone now leave me the F alone I take your b**h and F her dome It's me they wishin' d**h upon Human methadone now leave me the F alone I take your b**h and F her dome It's me they wishin' d**h upon F 'em all, safety on the F-in off Call the trauma truck I'm a check his pulse Swing back, Ridge Mars, search and destroy All I have in this world is a pistol n***a piss poor Now I throw my dues up in the two thousand new some Rainin' cats and dogs but I don't want the roof up Get your issue here I got deuce You disappear like bishop Pierce, I do not choose My angle obtuse, Triple C my family tree I ain't roots, I ain't see, I ain't do [Hook] [Verse 2] I just shot and been shot at, rob robbers, boss bosses 'round O's and E's, Wheel of Fortune style Low life, wouldn't trust the neither Pedigree amphetamine feel, pills 'round the reefer Have these n******gs' women, never bought diamonds We just wait for you to get it, now we all got 'em All papers chief, this PO makes me sick Another test stress, f** it, use the baby's piss Low life, been bout' it Party harder than that day they murdered Bin Laden Black and yellow chains, black and yellow fit When I throw co lethal, wait before I cut the check [Hook] [Verse 3] Went through my low life fast Still lovin' these strip clubs Dance is off for two hundred but I'm on the pill and I'm on six dubs Low life of my whole life to my paper loan My trap doin' so good, might get to extra zones And I ain't even talkin' about no clean money I'm talkin' dope profit that keep that triple bean jumpin' Hundred thousand dollar car but ain't no f**in' gas I'm one hundred in the hood, you had to pay to pa** Robbin' for the same work we sold to you Might take all your new sh**, look like it's old to you That purple in my swisher got me seeing sh** I just bought another chopper that ain't seen the clip [Hook]