CRIMINALZ - My Life lyrics

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[VERSE 1: Jayo Felony]

Can't stop, won't stop, nigga, that's that Crip Hop

Roll until I hit the top, find a bitch to break my crop

Hit a switch and then a drop, if it's a club then she gon' hop

From club to club and dick to dick, trick bitch, hush the shit

Hit licks for big chips, get rich, retire quick

Spit shit for convicts and hoes that's full of nonsense

Fuck a guilty conscience, I kill shit regardless

It's real shit, the hardest, the realest regardless

Don't ever try to get shit started, that's retarded

You ain't gotta ask how we got in, we bogarted

Y'all gon' know how we lay shit down, it ain't no secret

And it's gon' stay in the fam, nigga, that's how we gon' keep it

It ain't no time for jokin, nigga, fuck the Dreamcast

Busters be mad, see well on a misssion that means cash

You better soak up some game and learn to be a rich roller

Shots hit you through your window while you was holdin your controller

Now it's over

[CHORUS: Joi Patrice]

All my life I played this game

And my life is full of pain

I don't know if I'll ever change

Perkin on drink and smokin Mary Jane

[VERSE 2: Spice 1]

My life is full of sin, too much drama in California

Niggas runnin up on ya to dump and put you in a coma

Or worse, six feet, get put as deep as you stand

Get carried by five homies, your brother the sixth man

Think about your life and what you got to live for

You may not have a lot of money but you still find a way to glow

Just keep pushin and strivin, livin one day at a time

Have patience with life and one day your light'll shine

And when you shine, watch them niggas that watch you gleam

Cause envy brings niggas to jack for bling-bling

In my life it's hard to deal with the pain

But it's part of bein a man, it's part of the game

Accept the shit and move on, partner, and hope for the best

Cause the best way to get some revenge is through success

Cause they don't like to see you come from nothin to somethin

Single in rotation on the radio bumpin

[CHORUS: Joi Patrice]

[VERSE 3: Celly Cel]

When I really think about it, life is fucked up

All the shit I did and man, I'm still here, I lucked up

I know it's people prayin for my soul every day

Before I go to bed I get down on my knees and pray

Niggas like me ain't gon' never be shit

If you can't shoot a basketball or grab the mic and make a hit

We set up to fail before we get a opportunity

It's easy access to drugs in the black community

So we choose it, we sell it and we use it

We like to live our life fast and know we might even lose it

Abuse it, with 40oz. Mad Dog and hard liquor

Have you catchin cases, makin a nigga walk the yard quicker

It ain't no love, mayne, mama didn't raise a thug

But I got caught up in the streets, I like to taste the blood

I like drug money, 211 thug money

I ran the streets fascinated by that blood money

[CHORUS x2: Joi Patrice]

[Joi Patrice]

I don't know if I'll ever change

And get out the game

I've been hustlin for too long

I've been strugglin and doin wrong