've only got 1 life So let's make it our best You've been here for a year Will you be there for the rest? We've gone so far since VALENTINE Make a wish
when I aint from there And I brag hardly but just to show up at this party I made What your nigga make in one year, thats unfair but So is life, take a chance roll a
take off, take off, take off. it's like you didn't want me to take off, take off. but now i'm leaving. [Verse 1- Chipmunk] i keep my life in a lime light
these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think when a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that
pack That's prolly why a n--a so clumsy wit the stacks Yea, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a
pack That's prolly why a nigga so clumsy wit the stacks Yea, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a
got a big booty like the cute girl Anita We could get together like it's New Years Eve Met a lot of girls but is you what I need I live life fast...
A blitzkrieg raining down evil On a mountain of black ice Like a good old fashioned beating within Inches of your life CHORUS 1: While alone and left
thing I seen in my life Two brothers in a straight up fist fight Nobody pulled a gat, nobody jumped in Nobody pulled a knife, nobody got done in L.A
we rolled But the FBI had a whole 'nother idea It's called multiple indictments for hundreds of years What Daff is dead? Carter got 25 years? Nah Spike 35 to life
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
the deal If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin shit I'ma see ya when you make a mill When you make a mill When ya make a mill, I'ma see ya Respected
up at 'mani giorgi and service from sergio pacini lamborghini the chain blow off the vertigo I know the flow just hit a hella-fied vertical This the cris year, last year
Yeh, Feels like I?m floating. True Story. Verse 1: Look, I had a homie that used to tell me I would blow But he died before he got to see me bloom Got
do it up now Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Celebrate it! Celebrate it! It?s a holiday nigga I made it! Verse 1: Yea,
a crew of real spitters That'll murder this new shit I encourage the ladies stay away From the techno papa today That shit is gay The good old years I talk about Is when a
about a hot beat, a hot beat It's about a hot beat, a hot beat A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook A hot hot hot beat And a catchy hook Nobody gives
im into white glow see life as a scrimage and i am runnin the iso wat is about to unfold no tellin like a dice throw meet alot a chicks so your girl