The Life lyrics

Artist  : Shyne 
Song : The Life



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[Verse 1]
My life
had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret
nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga
I ain't frontin'
at Fifteen I sold my first
bag of dope
used to stick Dominicans, burner
under the coat
gettin' like 15 grams, a half a
Ki
at Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to
be
gettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a
Hundred and Fifth
he knew some Dominican
niggas that wanted a clique
to hold 'em down,
shoot niggas in the head
throw 'em out windows
if they were late with the bread
basically I'm
enforcin'
around heavy coke, when nobody's
lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion
they
wasn't missin' it
so I got my hustle on the
side, flippin' it
sellin' like 500 bottles and
Nicks, started minor
but I always knew I'd turn
a big apple into cider.

Niggas...niggas
just ain't built like me...
stand up
niggas...since 15
I been servin' fiends and
loadin' magazines...
takin' shots..burnin'
blocks..
this ain't no fuckin'
rap.

[Verse 2]
Everything was
everything 'till my Man got pinched
he had a
shoot-out with the cops in front of the
precinct
other than that, I went from enforcer
to movin' product, straight white
powder now,
gettin' it
the hardest nigga in the
street
my first car was a 190 Benz with Louie
Vaton seats
buyin' out the bar at the
rooftop
I had a few spots
one called the
jukebox
where I was gettin' like 50 a
brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas
sick
my Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was
torchin'
any niggas whisperin' or talkin'
'bout extortion
shit was goin' right and only
one better
when I got my Italian connect,
hittin' me with pure Heroin
moved to 116th,
started seein' real dinero then
empire
buildin', the shit was takin' flight
had my
bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
mixin'
lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first
Black nigga with mafia ties
leased my soul to
the Devil with the option to
buy.

Yo..bangin' for real..
niggas is
thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..
we
washin' this money...
you think this shit is
about rhymes...
you'll find yourself under the
fuckin' ground...you know?..
we get low when
the Feds is in town..
this is justice..
we
playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them
things pop off...

[Verse 3]
At 21 I was
a legend, had the game transformed
controllin'
manufacturin' and distribution of
Heron
throughout the tri-state, high
stakes
I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper
bags
you couldn't name a car I ain't
have
every minute new tags
Seven series to
the Five-Sixty drop nigga
I was givin' away
blocks nigga
fast cars, fast money, slow
deaths
this things of ours
had me doin' a
hundred miles an hour
through the City evadin'
the Feds
started this shit called the counsel
and we all made a pledge
not to fuck each
others bitches
or touch each others
riches
on top or broke
never break this
oath
every nigga in the counsel was a
boss
we used to put coke on our dick and make
bitches suck it off
it was alright 'till I got
caught
charged with an
Eight-Forty-Eight
behind Marion steel
gates
niggas started shittin', actin'
bizarre
drivin' my cars, fuckin' my broads,
breakin' the laws
same niggas I took care of
and got money wit' was on some funny shit
if I
was different I'd snitch
what would you do if
you got Millions with niggas and they had no
love
for ya?
couldn't pay for ya
lawyer
I figured shit, why sit in a cell to
rot?
I'll be out in Ten, start over
again
throw those boys in the pot, but I
couldn't do it
you couldn't understand it of
you ain't been through it
there's rules to
this shit and I couldn't break 'em
death
before dishonor 'till I meet Satan...I know he's
waitin'.

God forgive me...you've never
seen a nigga like me in your life...
I'm what
these lil' niggas rap about...
thats me they
talkin' 'bout in they rhymes...
I did that
time...I flipped that dime...
shoot-outs, jet
planes, cocaine and automobiles...
The
Life...love it.