Life

Yea, City Of Pain nigga, C-O-P, but we ain't cops
Ha ha ha, Ced we ain't muh fuckin cops nigga

I been,coolin all my life, yea, I don't got no strife,yea
Married to the money hoe, who gone throw some rice,yea
You just can't get right you, must been watchin life (Martin, Eddie, yea, yea)
That's what you get you niggaz is clowns you niggaz is it
Hop in a Cat, I shoot a bird, I'm fina split
Thinkin you slick, fuck that lil nigga, fuck that lil bih (Fuck that lil bih)
You shot a brick, I send my shooter, that's my assist (Yee yee yee)

You know who I am, how is you the goat hoe, I'm inside a lamb
Peanut butter... But my glock don't jam
Crab cakes, came a long way from eating spam
Walked in this mutha fucka saucy, two bad bicthes and they naughty
Police ass nigga walkie talkie, I'ma let that mack fly, Like i'm Marty (Back to the future)
Im not T.I. but I bring em out,money is all that I care about
Put a rolex on ya lips nigga, watch yo mouth
Makin movies with ya bitch nigga, Paramount, Slugger out

I been,coolin all my life, yea, I don't got no strife, yea
Married to the money hoe, who gone throw some rice, yea
You just can't get right you, must been watchin life (Martin, Eddie, yea, yea)
That's what you get you niggaz is clowns you niggaz is it
Hop in a Cat, I shoot a bird, I'm fina split
Thinkin you slick, fuck that lil nigga, fuck that lil bih (Fuck that lil bih)
You shot a brick, I send my shooter, that's my assist (Yee yee yee)

You know who I am, I'll show you da ropes bro, TKO da man
I'm lookin for a boat load, this shit came from France
Argent bitch I'm hunting we just pulled up fa da bag
Look, I try not to come wit no arrogance
Oh no it ain't no mo play fair wit it, pogo on yo hoe while I stare at er
I'm the nigga wit niggaz dats carrying beware you don't wanna be there to burry em
Sleep very well while the process is carried in, this is a area Ceddy clever in
Back up you really is messin wit veterans, you slackers should not make comparisons
They mad cause they not on the level wit us,probably should cop em some therapy, uh
You watchin but why you helpin em bra, you shoppin but never be sellin em nun
You stoppin the flavor can't smell it or nun
I'm proppin my feet up and tellin em sum... yea

I been,coolin all my life, yea, I don't got no strife, yea
Married to the money hoe, who gone throw some rice, yea
You just can't get right you, must been watchin life (Martin, Eddie, yea, yea)
That's what you get you niggaz is clowns you niggaz is it
Hop in a Cat,I shoot a bird, I'm fina split
Thinkin you slick,fuck that lil nigga, fuck that lil bih (Fuck that lil bih)
You shot a brick,I send my shooter, that's my assist (Yee yee yee)



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Writer(s): Michael Stafford
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