| Song | Life Is What You Make It |
| Artist | Outlawz |
| Album | Ride Wit Us Or Collide Wit Us |
| Life is what you make it nigga | |
| Get up off your ass and get some | |
| Always hollering about you want something nigga | |
| Verse 1：young noble | |
| Yo, i've been abducted by the block | |
| But i had to escape | |
| Imagine my fate | |
| Traveling and stacking the cake | |
| After my wake | |
| Bust 25 for me | |
| 'cause i'll ride for y'all | |
| And y'all ride for me | |
| I ain't trying to have no sad story in the end | |
| Me and my people all we want is glory in the end | |
| I ain't gonna tell you again | |
| Start thinking about your future nigga | |
| No extra weight 'cause we ain't got nothing to do with you | |
| If time is money you wasting the clock | |
| Pacing the block | |
| They hooked now tasting the rock | |
| Thinking of pac and yak | |
| So we mash blinded | |
| Gonna be hell 4 a hustla | |
| Till the gats find me | |
| And you can ask 1-2 | |
| He used to be on new | |
| And you can ask swift gotti | |
| Don't shit get by me | |
| Ask tommy showtime if i did my time | |
| And you can ask l dog if i ever felt y'all | |
| And ask rock jock if i ever chopped rocks | |
| The block hop | |
| Like wayne | |
| We remain the top spot | |
| Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop | |
| Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop | |
| Chorus: | |
| Young noble: | |
| Edi life is what you make it | |
| You living to die | |
| Homie life is what you make it | |
| I'm gonna get it and ride | |
| Edi: | |
| Know life is what you make it | |
| And baby | |
| I'm a made nigga | |
| Live it up | |
| Give it up until my grave nigga | |
| Kastro: | |
| Yo life is what you make it | |
| This thug life is sacred | |
| We can't shake it | |
| So we don't fake it | |
| Young noble: | |
| Hey yo | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| We born to ball | |
| I'm warning y'all | |
| Why you think we born outlawz | |
| Verse 2: kastro (edi) | |
| 23 years of tears | |
| I cry not again | |
| I wake up early | |
| Surprised i'm still living (uh) | |
| We knowing | |
| Choking life | |
| Holding on | |
| My family tree hopeless | |
| Still i remain strong (strong) | |
| It ain't a pastry | |
| It ain't sweet or tasty (come on) | |
| Bitter is bad liver | |
| But still embrace (come on) | |
| I take slow breaths | |
| Exhale a slow death | |
| Euphanasia | |
| Ain't nothing that can save us (come on) | |
| It what you make it | |
| Thug life is sacred | |
| We can't shake it | |
| So we don't fake it (so we don't fake it) | |
| Space it(yeah yeah) | |
| It ain't no time for wasting (come on) | |
| All i | |
| Fall i | |
| Means we go out blazing (uh) | |
| Verse 3: edi | |
| We go to hold on a little bit longer | |
| It feel good | |
| Look my team getting stronger | |
| It seems like we done weathered the storm | |
| But i know all that really means is that it's really on | |
| Oh yes | |
| We been out here | |
| Trying to do my thing | |
| So many niggas hating on us | |
| Driving me insane | |
| Doing that shit behind them closed doors | |
| Talking bout the lawz | |
| Light some more ?? | |
| I penetrate your whole existence with precision | |
| Splitting your wig | |
| Making that bitch a split decision | |
| Thug living although my mama taught me much better | |
| I was addicted to the streets | |
| I couldn't leave until i touched cheddar | |
| And better than my heart | |
| A soul of a rebel | |
| I'm gonna do it my way | |
| I ain't never ever gonna settle | |
| I got my niggas and my metal | |
| We all on a mission | |
| The goal is to get dough | |
| And stay cold | |
| Keep tripping' | |
| Come on | |
| Chorus: | |
| Young noble: | |
| Edi life is what you make it | |
| You living to die | |
| Homie life is what you make it | |
| I'm gonna get it and ride | |
| Edi: | |
| Know life is what you make it | |
| And baby | |
| I'm a made nigga | |
| Live it up | |
| Give it up until my grave nigga | |
| Kastro: | |
| Yo life is what you make it | |
| This thug life is sacred | |
| We can't shake it | |
| So we don't fake it | |
| Young noble: | |
| Hey yo | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| We born to ball | |
| I'm warning y'all | |
| Why you think we born outlawz | |
| Verse 4: napoleon | |
| I woke up in the morning | |
| My tec 9 on the dresser | |
| Glock 9 for the pressure | |
| Get my money | |
| Leave them niggas naked | |
| **** you ?? | |
| You know you get buried | |
| Niggas never ever learn | |
| Facing ?? | |
| But i hop glocks | |
| And this shit cock | |
| You know i ain't even trying to rock | |
| If life is what you make it | |
| I'm gonna make your shit hot | |
| Nigga you ain't know | |
| I ride for the dough | |
| Besides my outlaw niggas | |
| I cry cry for the goal | |
| My life is aiight | |
| But shit gonna change | |
| Since money don't grow on tress | |
| Beggar get on your knees | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| And nigga i'm a made nigga | |
| Live it up or give it up till my grave nigga | |
| Chorus: | |
| Young noble: | |
| Edi life is what you make it | |
| You living to die | |
| Homie life is what you make it | |
| I'm gonna get it and ride | |
| Edi: | |
| Know life is what you make it | |
| And baby | |
| I'm a made nigga | |
| Live it up | |
| Give it up until my grave nigga | |
| Kastro: | |
| Yo life is what you make it | |
| This thug life is sacred | |
| We can't shake it | |
| So we don't fake it | |
| Young noble: | |
| Hey yo | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| We born to ball | |
| I'm warning y'all | |
| Why you think we born outlawz |
| Life is what you make it nigga | |
| Get up off your ass and get some | |
| Always hollering about you want something nigga | |
| Verse 1: young noble | |
| Yo, i' ve been abducted by the block | |
| But i had to escape | |
| Imagine my fate | |
| Traveling and stacking the cake | |
| After my wake | |
| Bust 25 for me | |
| ' cause i' ll ride for y' all | |
| And y' all ride for me | |
| I ain' t trying to have no sad story in the end | |
| Me and my people all we want is glory in the end | |
| I ain' t gonna tell you again | |
| Start thinking about your future nigga | |
| No extra weight ' cause we ain' t got nothing to do with you | |
| If time is money you wasting the clock | |
| Pacing the block | |
| They hooked now tasting the rock | |
| Thinking of pac and yak | |
| So we mash blinded | |
| Gonna be hell 4 a hustla | |
| Till the gats find me | |
| And you can ask 12 | |
| He used to be on new | |
| And you can ask swift gotti | |
| Don' t shit get by me | |
| Ask tommy showtime if i did my time | |
| And you can ask l dog if i ever felt y' all | |
| And ask rock jock if i ever chopped rocks | |
| The block hop | |
| Like wayne | |
| We remain the top spot | |
| Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop | |
| Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop | |
| Chorus: | |
| Young noble: | |
| Edi life is what you make it | |
| You living to die | |
| Homie life is what you make it | |
| I' m gonna get it and ride | |
| Edi: | |
| Know life is what you make it | |
| And baby | |
| I' m a made nigga | |
| Live it up | |
| Give it up until my grave nigga | |
| Kastro: | |
| Yo life is what you make it | |
| This thug life is sacred | |
| We can' t shake it | |
| So we don' t fake it | |
| Young noble: | |
| Hey yo | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| We born to ball | |
| I' m warning y' all | |
| Why you think we born outlawz | |
| Verse 2: kastro edi | |
| 23 years of tears | |
| I cry not again | |
| I wake up early | |
| Surprised i' m still living uh | |
| We knowing | |
| Choking life | |
| Holding on | |
| My family tree hopeless | |
| Still i remain strong strong | |
| It ain' t a pastry | |
| It ain' t sweet or tasty come on | |
| Bitter is bad liver | |
| But still embrace come on | |
| I take slow breaths | |
| Exhale a slow death | |
| Euphanasia | |
| Ain' t nothing that can save us come on | |
| It what you make it | |
| Thug life is sacred | |
| We can' t shake it | |
| So we don' t fake it so we don' t fake it | |
| Space it yeah yeah | |
| It ain' t no time for wasting come on | |
| All i | |
| Fall i | |
| Means we go out blazing uh | |
| Verse 3: edi | |
| We go to hold on a little bit longer | |
| It feel good | |
| Look my team getting stronger | |
| It seems like we done weathered the storm | |
| But i know all that really means is that it' s really on | |
| Oh yes | |
| We been out here | |
| Trying to do my thing | |
| So many niggas hating on us | |
| Driving me insane | |
| Doing that shit behind them closed doors | |
| Talking bout the lawz | |
| Light some more ?? | |
| I penetrate your whole existence with precision | |
| Splitting your wig | |
| Making that bitch a split decision | |
| Thug living although my mama taught me much better | |
| I was addicted to the streets | |
| I couldn' t leave until i touched cheddar | |
| And better than my heart | |
| A soul of a rebel | |
| I' m gonna do it my way | |
| I ain' t never ever gonna settle | |
| I got my niggas and my metal | |
| We all on a mission | |
| The goal is to get dough | |
| And stay cold | |
| Keep tripping' | |
| Come on | |
| Chorus: | |
| Young noble: | |
| Edi life is what you make it | |
| You living to die | |
| Homie life is what you make it | |
| I' m gonna get it and ride | |
| Edi: | |
| Know life is what you make it | |
| And baby | |
| I' m a made nigga | |
| Live it up | |
| Give it up until my grave nigga | |
| Kastro: | |
| Yo life is what you make it | |
| This thug life is sacred | |
| We can' t shake it | |
| So we don' t fake it | |
| Young noble: | |
| Hey yo | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| We born to ball | |
| I' m warning y' all | |
| Why you think we born outlawz | |
| Verse 4: napoleon | |
| I woke up in the morning | |
| My tec 9 on the dresser | |
| Glock 9 for the pressure | |
| Get my money | |
| Leave them niggas naked | |
| you ?? | |
| You know you get buried | |
| Niggas never ever learn | |
| Facing ?? | |
| But i hop glocks | |
| And this shit cock | |
| You know i ain' t even trying to rock | |
| If life is what you make it | |
| I' m gonna make your shit hot | |
| Nigga you ain' t know | |
| I ride for the dough | |
| Besides my outlaw niggas | |
| I cry cry for the goal | |
| My life is aiight | |
| But shit gonna change | |
| Since money don' t grow on tress | |
| Beggar get on your knees | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| And nigga i' m a made nigga | |
| Live it up or give it up till my grave nigga | |
| Chorus: | |
| Young noble: | |
| Edi life is what you make it | |
| You living to die | |
| Homie life is what you make it | |
| I' m gonna get it and ride | |
| Edi: | |
| Know life is what you make it | |
| And baby | |
| I' m a made nigga | |
| Live it up | |
| Give it up until my grave nigga | |
| Kastro: | |
| Yo life is what you make it | |
| This thug life is sacred | |
| We can' t shake it | |
| So we don' t fake it | |
| Young noble: | |
| Hey yo | |
| Life is what you make it | |
| We born to ball | |
| I' m warning y' all | |
| Why you think we born outlawz |