life

Its the first of the month and my beeper is blowing
I cant stop cause my cash is flowing
Im baggin em up bustin em down quickly
Cause I got five brothers waitin on me at Thriftys
Im in the other bucket on the late night pursuit
With two kis and and forty ounce of brew
I aint trippin cause my tags are legit
Ah ****, now them tats is on my tip
So I drops my brew, what the **** 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 * ****** kis in the lake
[Verse 2: Mugzi]
Guess who comes through, its 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 lifes how Im livin and the po-po tryin to get me
But they cant catch up to a ***** ******** philly
Thats how Im 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 ************* holes in his drop
The watch his ass grasp, then I laugh
He shouldnt have last so I taxed his punk ass
[Verse 3: Kaveo]
A young brother in the game with my fame and glory
Im really down for my pops and the hardcore stories
Mandatory is my money, ya best believe
Because Im rollin through ya town with gold tone Ds
Lookin clean with my mug on mean
But in the ghetto it ain't nothin but **** fiends
I pull up on the turf not thinkin of gettin burnt
With a nine in the trunk it aint gon be no funk
Serious about my mail, dont give a **** about a jail cell
Because I post bail and all hell breaks loose
Cause I got juice, though it seems to me
But in reality the other man is out to get me
[Verse 4: B-Legit]
Forever on the run, that **** aint funny
And I aint never heard of no extra money
The ninety-eight cents, no food for less
I send a **** fiend to steal my guess
The ghettos of a way where the players star
Where white men wont, where white kids wont
They say it aint cool and its bad for they health
And if ya hit magazine then break ya self
Cause thats the rules man and dont ask why
Either you slang, gangbang, or die
My only concern is to strive
* ***** up around in the street life
[Verse 5: E-40]
The reason I aint do eighteen yet, check
Is because I got people praying for me, bet
I pays my ties even though the moneys filthy
Dont wanna go to church because I feel guilty
The way of the street life is really quite scary
Thinkin tomorrow man I might get buried
So when I leave my pad I grab mt Glock
And my bulletproof vest and my ski mask dock
On the gooch pal, I wont be caught out of bounds
Cant 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
****** plottin and children starvin
All this **** in my face
I gotta get up out of this place
The middle of V aint enough see
A ***** 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 ***** raped her
The finger always points at the black man
But not the whites, Filipinos, or Mexicans
Street life, because theres no place I can go
Street life, its the only life I know
Street life, theres a thousand lives a day
Street life, until you play your life away