Life

[Verse 1]
 It's the first of the month and my beeper is blowing
 I can't stop cause my cash is flowing
 I'm baggin' em' up bustin' em' down quickly
 Cause I got five brothers waitin' on me at Thrifty's
 I'm in the other bucket on the late night pursuit
 With two kis and and forty ounce of brew
 I ain't trippin' cause my tags are legit
 Ah shit, now them tats is on my tip
 So I drops my brew, what the fuck am I to do (Pass the street to shake that fool)
 So I smashed on my pedal and rolled down Golden Gate
 And threw these motherfuckin' kis in the lake
 [Verse 2]
 Guess who comes through, it's a fool
 I gat tapped that ass, red dog, and boo
 We kicks it on the Hill everyday
 Slangin' rocks with glocks now we gots to get paid
 The street life's how I'm livin' and the po-po tryin' to get me
 But they can't catch up to a motherfuckin' philly
 That's how I'm livin' in the day
 But when it comes night I packs a forty and an AK
 Waitin' for some punk to jump so I can start to pop
 And put some motherfuckin' holes in his drop
 The watch his ass grasp, then I laugh
 He shouldn't have last so I taxed his punk ass
 [Chorus]
 Street life, because there's no place I can go
 Street life, it's the only life I know
 Street life, there's a thousand lives a day
 Street life, until you play your life away
 [Verse 3]
 A young brother in the game with my fame and glory
 I'm really down for my pops and the hardcore stories
 Mandatory is my money, ya best believe
 Because I'm rollin' through ya town with gold tone D's
 Lookin' clean with my mug on mean
 But in the ghetto it ain't nothin' but dope fiends
 I pull up on the turf not thinkin' of gettin' burnt
 With a nine in the trunk it ain't gon' be no funk
 Serious about my mail, don't give a fuck about a jail cell
 Because I post bail and all hell breaks loose
 Cause I got juice, though it seems to me
 In reality the other man is out to get me
 [Verse 4]
 Forever on the run, that shit ain't funny
 And I ain't never heard of no extra money
 The ninety-eight cents, no food for less
 I send a dope fiend to steal my Guess
 The ghettos of a way where the players star
 Where white men won't, where white kids won't
 They say it ain't cool and it's bad for they health
 And if ya hit magazine then break ya self
 Cause that's the rules man and don't ask why
 Either you slang, gangbang, or die
 My only concern is to strive
 Fucked up around in the street life
 [Chorus]
 [Verse 5]
 The reason I ain't do eighteen yet, check
 Is because I got people praying for me, bet
 I pays my ties even though the money's filthy
 Don't wanna go to church because I feel guilty
 The way of the street life is really quite scary
 Thinkin' tomorrow man I might get married
 So when I leave my pad I grab mt glock
 And my bulletproof vest and my ski mask dock
 On the gooch pal, I won't be caught out of bounds
 Can't let these fools stop my life
 So I strive, I might be about one eight
 But in the mind I more like twenty eight
 I see the po-po poppin' the brothers droppin'
 Niggaz plottin' and children starvin'
 All this shit in my face
 I gotta get up out of this place
 The middle of V ain't enough see
 A nigga feel like I gotta sell D
 I share a room with six little brothers
 Three to a bed fightin' over covers
 The crack of dawn, I read the paper
 A Jewish old lady said a nigga raped her
 The finger always points at the black man
 But not the whites, Filipinos, or Mexicans
 [Chorus]