To my niggas, huh, we all we got
Let's hold it down though, you know?
However, it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with you know? Yo
It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke
This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up
But yo (but yo), this life is the only life I know (I know, I know)
Huh, huh, Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine
Closets, full of rockets and submachine
Take this nigga out of the projects and his thug team
Yo we cruise past streetlights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast
Calico roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin'
'Cause it's hard to fuck around when we're dealin' with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we're enemies until they hear me say it
'Til they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it"
'Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence
It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles
Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard fuckin' with niggaz you hope you can trust
You're a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuck
And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck
It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke
This is the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up
But yo, this life is the only life I know (I know, I know)
Uh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough, he wanna stick you?
What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, 'cause you fucked her before
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back?
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
What's trust, when they separate your case?
When you're at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you're claimin' he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your niggas don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggas get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But everybody's different
You won't know how you react, 'til you're in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, 'til he's old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse?
When he comes home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up
Save up before it's over, neighbor, I told ya
You're gettin' older player, look at those who gave up
It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke
This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggas in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up
But yo, this life is the only life I know (I know, I know)