for life Tippin' for life, tippin' for life, tippin' for life. You got me tippin' for life, Tippin' for life, tippin' for life. You got me tippin' for life, Tippin' for life
a S-L-A-B representer With paint dripping, right off my fender Number one contender, heavy weight winner Eating tracks, like they bread dinner Kicking down your do, with a 4-4
, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This a fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a fucking Rav-4
a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life
air Oh Im down for life Gangster for life Im down for life Gangster for life You know Im down Down for life Load it, Reload it and Lets go Gangster for life
his ass 4x Keep my ears 2 da street heard thru da grapevine Him and dem niggas steady runnin wit plottin on mine Get how a live yea im ready 4 da static
make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4 I be
man in my life tryin to tie me down And I don't wanna playa whose got kids all over town But when his girl starts trippin' all over my mercedes seat
All the way) [Chorus] [Verse 9: Layzie] Hey yo well lil nigga this Bone Thugs Shoulda know by now we niggas for life Pullin triggers for life Gettin figures for life
it looks like the sinnin won't end So I'm reachin high up above Lord, let your blessings begin [Hook-Bizzy 4x] And let's change the world, and let's
[Chorus 4X: Thin C (Felecia)] What the hell is goin onnnnn? (These are our blocks, these are our hoods, these are our streets) [Layzie Bone] It's a war
you rotten I done bust slugs from all types of shit I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit And I show you, dog, how your life can get And every
Yeah! American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand This is Mafia, veterans'll plan Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw I'm in the 4x4
it, roll it, blow it, then get blown away.) x2 Pick it, pick it, roll it (x4) Then we blast off Pick it, pick it, roll it (x4) Then we blast off
only buggin While No dug in the crates I dug in my nose and picked a rhyme any rhyme I don't have any time to waste, I'm hip... don't even trip to
! Verse 2 (Inaudible) Ain't nobody got to ask her who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes. And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her
baddest I stick to the G-code in my Algiers clothes While I'm tippin' on 4 4 's with these suicide doors I buy dro and pour a 4 for my dogs that died
4 you n never chill but when im wit a dime piece I can see dem tears flying down yo cheek, y you thug me like dat cuz im thug'd. I pull away 4rm girls
