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(Intro: Prodigal Sunn (Madame Dee)) |
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Oooh... you are my life |
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You, are my wife |
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Throughout the hands of time |
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Oh darling please |
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Why do we end up like this... |
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Haha, nah, (my life, my life) nah son |
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I do what I wanna do, man (livin' my life) |
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Nah, I can laugh son, you know me? |
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I been through a lot in my life (my life) |
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Yeah, I remember that, the coming |
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Real things in my life, life, uh-huh (my life) |
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I seen so much in my lifetime (livin' my life) |
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But I stay in my right mind (my life) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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It's been a twelve year stretch |
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Yet, more fans pay for the catch |
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Industry vet, digital tech, militant set |
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Sippin' old school Moet, gold diamonds begets |
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Cash a check, long live the king, respect |
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'88 rep', JVD double deck cassette |
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Winnin' all bets, put your money down on the Sunn |
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Let me tell you how the east was won |
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About the beast who shun |
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How we did it for them maximum funds |
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'87 on the tranpipe, traffic and Un |
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Platinum ones, a new lifestyle we begun |
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Livin' by the sword, watchin' others die by the gun |
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Scuffle for crumbs, and sortin' off the gum in the numb |
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Sellin' hot ones, certified drums, fiends and bums |
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Movin' fast, so they young peso, we sayin' my grace |
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Pardon myself, for every time that I sold base |
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Chemical waste, leap from the bed, tastin' your mouth |
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From the jungles of New York, through the hills of the South |
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My life, my life, my life |
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(Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn (Madame Dee)) |
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I seen so much in my lifetime, lifetime (livin' my life) |
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But I stay in my right mind, right mind (my life) |
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And I'm livin' my li-e-life, livin' my lie-e-life |
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And I'm feelin' all right-e-ight, feelin' all right-e-right (my life) |
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(12 O'Clock) |
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What's up bro'? I smell coochie over there |
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And if you come over here, you get the rachet to your ear |
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It's my life, you disrespect, you disappear |
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I'm from a place where it's piss in the project stairs |
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In the Puerto Rican stores, sellin' kids that beer |
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Had a bad thing happen, lost Dirt last year |
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But to me, it seems only family cared |
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See my heart pumps no fear, my eyes, them tears |
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(Chi-King) |
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Last time I seen my mother, I was two years old |
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Born and bread in the streets, from East New York to the O |
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Type of things, I seen dog, kind of hard to elope |
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Fall from my life five times, got shot with a 25 |
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Now I keep three nines to stay alive |
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Raised from the struggle, lionheart king of the bubble |
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Quick on the hustle, where any second bullets'll touch you |
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City to city, Indiana, New York and Philly |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Madame Dee) |
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Life is a game that we play |
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Some die, others see another day |
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The strong survive, the real keep it live |
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Through the good and the bad, runnin' like you never have |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Yo, I sizaline from a criminal scene, subliminal scenes |
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Triplin' CREAM, blazin' that, mystical gleem |
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Keep my eyes keen, cuz everythin ain't always what it seems |
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To be, G-O-D's we reps supreme, you'll see |
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On any degree, the best kept, machinery |
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Blowin' devils out the frame, don't mean a thing to me |
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Cuz the fitted made Mivato's, make it pop |
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From New York to Colorado, Cali, Vegas, Monte Carlo |
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Keep my shell rip, throat is the clip, tongue be the trigger |
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Voice be the river, deep in these streets like Barry White |
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Carry the light, married to the words I recite |
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Keep a shorty on the side, type steady for pipe |
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Stay committed heavily write, sweet melody price |
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Old soul with the seventy spikes, heavy on ice |
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Classic Chevy with the cherry read dice, pretty face |
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Apple bottom, princess cut, shade nice |
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(Chorus to fade) |
