This Life of Mine Lyrics
| Song | This Life of Mine |
| Artist | Bad Azz |
| Album | Word on Tha Street |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Barber, Beale, Cooper, Cox. K. ... | |
| (feat. Prince Ital Joe, The Outlawz) | |
| (Intro: Bad Azz) | |
| Hennesy | |
| Freeride in the house | |
| Busta Ass | |
| (Kastro) | |
| Outlawz | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| Outlawz hooked up with that ************* Bad Azz | |
| Makin' cash, mother****** | |
| (Prince Ital Joe) | |
| See them runnin, | |
| ************* up us by them thug life control | |
| How should the thugster | |
| Must be in the area | |
| Outlaw does the law | |
| Dept on the gangsta | |
| When's Ital Joe in the ruff spot ya | |
| (Verse 1: Napolean) | |
| Well since a young age | |
| I'll been thugged out to the fullest | |
| *************s strap now | |
| You don't want me dead | |
| Gimme that, I'll bet I'll pull it | |
| Cause since a young age | |
| I been starvin' | |
| *************s say hungry | |
| ****** around with the lonely | |
| You couldn't ************* around with the phony | |
| In this life I lead | |
| ************* hustle | |
| At a crack speed and I dig greed | |
| ************* makin' friends respectfully | |
| I will cry for you at your murder scene | |
| This Napolean | |
| But he got quick, don't strike first, it's on again | |
| In the shoe son | |
| Mo' stash son | |
| At least pretend he born away | |
| This Outlawz, thug don't see | |
| ************* around you when I see | |
| Your family, all the century | |
| Matter of fact ************* only mention me | |
| I'm comatosed | |
| I'm stretched out on the Westcoast till the fullest | |
| At a overdose of bullets | |
| And tell your ************* ass, shall pull it | |
| You shouldn't ************* around | |
| With the wrong *************s | |
| At the wrong time | |
| At the wrong place | |
| You shouldn't ************* with some Outlawz | |
| Bad Boy killers | |
| Puffy and Ma$e | |
| (Verse 2: Kastro) | |
| I'm a soldier | |
| Sober | |
| Even when I'm over | |
| Smoked out, drunk and plus ******' on the sofa | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| You jellow, heart full of yellow | |
| You thugged out, all bugged out | |
| And can't settle | |
| Word up | |
| That's worth to me and all I love | |
| My *************'s stuck in the dirt | |
| ******' the world and can't bust | |
| Back to the lab | |
| Back to the bed | |
| Born oven | |
| You's a fag | |
| Movin' fast | |
| Happy ass, gone lucky | |
| Picture this | |
| A ************* get blissed to remeniss | |
| ************* a ho | |
| ************* her slow | |
| Put a strong in a stramp | |
| It's me | |
| Drunk as can be, on a humble | |
| I *************t piss and piss *************t | |
| ************* till my ************* crumble | |
| My life, full of the worst | |
| To imagine | |
| Me in struggle like a magnet | |
| Outlaw ill savage | |
| My time | |
| Step on the grind, wouldn't mind | |
| My life full of late nights | |
| My time wont provide | |
| (Chorus x2: Bad Azz) | |
| This life of mine | |
| Were only time on my side till I die | |
| Gettin' high, | |
| waste of time | |
| Livin' blind by the light | |
| Gettin' by | |
| The best way I can in these times | |
| And it hurts to know my life ain't really mine | |
| (Verse 3: E.D.I) | |
| Now the custom my kind are | |
| They label me a product | |
| Well Am I supposed to let 'em ride up | |
| End on drippin' blood | |
| Like survive and I would | |
| It's the wild, wild Westside | |
| Best to recollect | |
| Collect your toys | |
| Try not to get too high | |
| Off the live here | |
| Cause the crime seen to be you | |
| Pride to the fight | |
| You was yappin' | |
| Now you see through | |
| I fillst the evil | |
| As soon as I enter the section | |
| But I'm a renegade | |
| Made of the days I remember | |
| Ment to only live my life strife free | |
| But *************s like me | |
| Want mo' hood | |
| So we kick in the do' | |
| Screamin' Outlawz | |
| We outsmart hoes | |
| With Bad Azz fo' sho | |
| Get yours | |
| Get the ************* off | |
| And flow | |
| (Verse 4: Young Noble) | |
| Yo | |
| I'm hardly livin' | |
| A ************* di*************n' that I should be in | |
| Stuck in a hole | |
| The world put me in | |
| *************verin' | |
| They sayin' thugs ain't citizens | |
| In the civilized world among us | |
| So world of hunger | |
| If they could | |
| They take the world from us | |
| And who I mean by they, teachers | |
| Who don't believe in his students | |
| Preachers who take the money | |
| And turns folks us to use 'em | |
| Crooked cops who blast *************s | |
| For thinkin' guns from ruthless | |
| Politicians and bad lords, | |
| knowin' their mother******g choosers | |
| Who the ************* they done to roof us | |
| They made a ************* snap | |
| With bigger gaps and quicker raps | |
| A ************* nasty perhaps | |
| Brief pass me the strap | |
| Either the Glock or one of the Gauges | |
| Tryin' to stab me or not | |
| On a plot or rockin' stages | |
| Pac raised us | |
| Soldier never let these ******' cops cage us | |
| Sayin' we all lost souls | |
| And they can't save us | |
| Son is outrages | |
| A faded ass like me | |
| Sayin' Outlawz is no more | |
| Thinkin' we all got killed | |
| But we been on the day | |
| Mother****** thought you was on to me | |
| ************* you | |
| Air police, I'm warrent free | |
| (Verse 5: Bad Azz) | |
| Occupation sayin' Occupie | |
| Rockin' high rhymes while you jockin' mine | |
| ******in' nine up in these times | |
| Ain't no stoppin' mine | |
| Keep in mind | |
| seek and find the streets' greedy thugs | |
| Heat takes souls away | |
| It's no love | |
| Drugs help me cope with no hope | |
| It's like stressin' | |
| Smoke a sassin | |
| Can't find no bomb **** | |
| Continue to pear | |
| For steppin' with conceal weapons | |
| Catchin' cases is in | |
| In off the cell that you sleapped in | |
| Lowlifes and big bold letters | |
| Blocked up | |
| A half a key rocked up | |
| I had your ass shot up | |
| I keep dust kicked up | |
| And that's another how you ************* wheels | |
| Born to cause luck | |
| These Outlawz they too much | |
| Rust to the front | |
| And get touched | |
| And it was sluts who hit ya | |
| Go tell 'em | |
| Suck ************* and tap | |
| It's the only thing we sell 'em | |
| Catch bullets as they hell 'em | |
| And guess what | |
| ************* I stay bailin', yellin' | |
| Rider die | |
| Get richer stay high | |
| In this life of mine | |
| Gone were I don't care, I don't care | |
| (Prince Ital Joe) | |
| Gunshots | |
| They tell 'em you go ruff | |
| Gangsta | |
| Buck, buck | |
| Yeah Bad Azz | |
| I'm gonna take sence | |
| Cause it's like respect it | |
| Respect in every aspect, | |
| that gone to be a suspect | |
| *************, ************* | |
| Gunshots | |
| (Outlawz) | |
| Outlawz | |
| What you think about ridin' | |
| You see | |
| Here | |
| We over here | |
| Thug Pound rock | |
| Fo sho | |
| They never quit | |
| Bad Az |
| zuo qu : Barber, Beale, Cooper, Cox. K. ... | |
| feat. Prince Ital Joe, The Outlawz | |
| Intro: Bad Azz | |
| Hennesy | |
| Freeride in the house | |
| Busta Ass | |
| Kastro | |
| Outlawz | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Outlawz hooked up with that Bad Azz | |
| Makin' cash, mother | |
| Prince Ital Joe | |
| See them runnin, | |
| up us by them thug life control | |
| How should the thugster | |
| Must be in the area | |
| Outlaw does the law | |
| Dept on the gangsta | |
| When' s Ital Joe in the ruff spot ya | |
| Verse 1: Napolean | |
| Well since a young age | |
| I' ll been thugged out to the fullest | |
| s strap now | |
| You don' t want me dead | |
| Gimme that, I' ll bet I' ll pull it | |
| Cause since a young age | |
| I been starvin' | |
| s say hungry | |
| around with the lonely | |
| You couldn' t around with the phony | |
| In this life I lead | |
| hustle | |
| At a crack speed and I dig greed | |
| makin' friends respectfully | |
| I will cry for you at your murder scene | |
| This Napolean | |
| But he got quick, don' t strike first, it' s on again | |
| In the shoe son | |
| Mo' stash son | |
| At least pretend he born away | |
| This Outlawz, thug don' t see | |
| around you when I see | |
| Your family, all the century | |
| Matter of fact only mention me | |
| I' m comatosed | |
| I' m stretched out on the Westcoast till the fullest | |
| At a overdose of bullets | |
| And tell your ass, shall pull it | |
| You shouldn' t around | |
| With the wrong s | |
| At the wrong time | |
| At the wrong place | |
| You shouldn' t with some Outlawz | |
| Bad Boy killers | |
| Puffy and Ma e | |
| Verse 2: Kastro | |
| I' m a soldier | |
| Sober | |
| Even when I' m over | |
| Smoked out, drunk and plus ' on the sofa | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| You jellow, heart full of yellow | |
| You thugged out, all bugged out | |
| And can' t settle | |
| Word up | |
| That' s worth to me and all I love | |
| My ' s stuck in the dirt | |
| ' the world and can' t bust | |
| Back to the lab | |
| Back to the bed | |
| Born oven | |
| You' s a fag | |
| Movin' fast | |
| Happy ass, gone lucky | |
| Picture this | |
| A get blissed to remeniss | |
| a ho | |
| her slow | |
| Put a strong in a stramp | |
| It' s me | |
| Drunk as can be, on a humble | |
| I t piss and piss t | |
| till my crumble | |
| My life, full of the worst | |
| To imagine | |
| Me in struggle like a magnet | |
| Outlaw ill savage | |
| My time | |
| Step on the grind, wouldn' t mind | |
| My life full of late nights | |
| My time wont provide | |
| Chorus x2: Bad Azz | |
| This life of mine | |
| Were only time on my side till I die | |
| Gettin' high, | |
| waste of time | |
| Livin' blind by the light | |
| Gettin' by | |
| The best way I can in these times | |
| And it hurts to know my life ain' t really mine | |
| Verse 3: E. D. I | |
| Now the custom my kind are | |
| They label me a product | |
| Well Am I supposed to let ' em ride up | |
| End on drippin' blood | |
| Like survive and I would | |
| It' s the wild, wild Westside | |
| Best to recollect | |
| Collect your toys | |
| Try not to get too high | |
| Off the live here | |
| Cause the crime seen to be you | |
| Pride to the fight | |
| You was yappin' | |
| Now you see through | |
| I fillst the evil | |
| As soon as I enter the section | |
| But I' m a renegade | |
| Made of the days I remember | |
| Ment to only live my life strife free | |
| But s like me | |
| Want mo' hood | |
| So we kick in the do' | |
| Screamin' Outlawz | |
| We outsmart hoes | |
| With Bad Azz fo' sho | |
| Get yours | |
| Get the off | |
| And flow | |
| Verse 4: Young Noble | |
| Yo | |
| I' m hardly livin' | |
| A di n' that I should be in | |
| Stuck in a hole | |
| The world put me in | |
| verin' | |
| They sayin' thugs ain' t citizens | |
| In the civilized world among us | |
| So world of hunger | |
| If they could | |
| They take the world from us | |
| And who I mean by they, teachers | |
| Who don' t believe in his students | |
| Preachers who take the money | |
| And turns folks us to use ' em | |
| Crooked cops who blast s | |
| For thinkin' guns from ruthless | |
| Politicians and bad lords, | |
| knowin' their mother g choosers | |
| Who the they done to roof us | |
| They made a snap | |
| With bigger gaps and quicker raps | |
| A nasty perhaps | |
| Brief pass me the strap | |
| Either the Glock or one of the Gauges | |
| Tryin' to stab me or not | |
| On a plot or rockin' stages | |
| Pac raised us | |
| Soldier never let these ' cops cage us | |
| Sayin' we all lost souls | |
| And they can' t save us | |
| Son is outrages | |
| A faded ass like me | |
| Sayin' Outlawz is no more | |
| Thinkin' we all got killed | |
| But we been on the day | |
| Mother thought you was on to me | |
| you | |
| Air police, I' m warrent free | |
| Verse 5: Bad Azz | |
| Occupation sayin' Occupie | |
| Rockin' high rhymes while you jockin' mine | |
| in' nine up in these times | |
| Ain' t no stoppin' mine | |
| Keep in mind | |
| seek and find the streets' greedy thugs | |
| Heat takes souls away | |
| It' s no love | |
| Drugs help me cope with no hope | |
| It' s like stressin' | |
| Smoke a sassin | |
| Can' t find no bomb | |
| Continue to pear | |
| For steppin' with conceal weapons | |
| Catchin' cases is in | |
| In off the cell that you sleapped in | |
| Lowlifes and big bold letters | |
| Blocked up | |
| A half a key rocked up | |
| I had your ass shot up | |
| I keep dust kicked up | |
| And that' s another how you wheels | |
| Born to cause luck | |
| These Outlawz they too much | |
| Rust to the front | |
| And get touched | |
| And it was sluts who hit ya | |
| Go tell ' em | |
| Suck and tap | |
| It' s the only thing we sell ' em | |
| Catch bullets as they hell ' em | |
| And guess what | |
| I stay bailin', yellin' | |
| Rider die | |
| Get richer stay high | |
| In this life of mine | |
| Gone were I don' t care, I don' t care | |
| Prince Ital Joe | |
| Gunshots | |
| They tell ' em you go ruff | |
| Gangsta | |
| Buck, buck | |
| Yeah Bad Azz | |
| I' m gonna take sence | |
| Cause it' s like respect it | |
| Respect in every aspect, | |
| that gone to be a suspect | |
| , | |
| Gunshots | |
| Outlawz | |
| Outlawz | |
| What you think about ridin' | |
| You see | |
| Here | |
| We over here | |
| Thug Pound rock | |
| Fo sho | |
| They never quit | |
| Bad Az |
| zuò qǔ : Barber, Beale, Cooper, Cox. K. ... | |
| feat. Prince Ital Joe, The Outlawz | |
| Intro: Bad Azz | |
| Hennesy | |
| Freeride in the house | |
| Busta Ass | |
| Kastro | |
| Outlawz | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Outlawz hooked up with that Bad Azz | |
| Makin' cash, mother | |
| Prince Ital Joe | |
| See them runnin, | |
| up us by them thug life control | |
| How should the thugster | |
| Must be in the area | |
| Outlaw does the law | |
| Dept on the gangsta | |
| When' s Ital Joe in the ruff spot ya | |
| Verse 1: Napolean | |
| Well since a young age | |
| I' ll been thugged out to the fullest | |
| s strap now | |
| You don' t want me dead | |
| Gimme that, I' ll bet I' ll pull it | |
| Cause since a young age | |
| I been starvin' | |
| s say hungry | |
| around with the lonely | |
| You couldn' t around with the phony | |
| In this life I lead | |
| hustle | |
| At a crack speed and I dig greed | |
| makin' friends respectfully | |
| I will cry for you at your murder scene | |
| This Napolean | |
| But he got quick, don' t strike first, it' s on again | |
| In the shoe son | |
| Mo' stash son | |
| At least pretend he born away | |
| This Outlawz, thug don' t see | |
| around you when I see | |
| Your family, all the century | |
| Matter of fact only mention me | |
| I' m comatosed | |
| I' m stretched out on the Westcoast till the fullest | |
| At a overdose of bullets | |
| And tell your ass, shall pull it | |
| You shouldn' t around | |
| With the wrong s | |
| At the wrong time | |
| At the wrong place | |
| You shouldn' t with some Outlawz | |
| Bad Boy killers | |
| Puffy and Ma e | |
| Verse 2: Kastro | |
| I' m a soldier | |
| Sober | |
| Even when I' m over | |
| Smoked out, drunk and plus ' on the sofa | |
| In the Ghetto | |
| You jellow, heart full of yellow | |
| You thugged out, all bugged out | |
| And can' t settle | |
| Word up | |
| That' s worth to me and all I love | |
| My ' s stuck in the dirt | |
| ' the world and can' t bust | |
| Back to the lab | |
| Back to the bed | |
| Born oven | |
| You' s a fag | |
| Movin' fast | |
| Happy ass, gone lucky | |
| Picture this | |
| A get blissed to remeniss | |
| a ho | |
| her slow | |
| Put a strong in a stramp | |
| It' s me | |
| Drunk as can be, on a humble | |
| I t piss and piss t | |
| till my crumble | |
| My life, full of the worst | |
| To imagine | |
| Me in struggle like a magnet | |
| Outlaw ill savage | |
| My time | |
| Step on the grind, wouldn' t mind | |
| My life full of late nights | |
| My time wont provide | |
| Chorus x2: Bad Azz | |
| This life of mine | |
| Were only time on my side till I die | |
| Gettin' high, | |
| waste of time | |
| Livin' blind by the light | |
| Gettin' by | |
| The best way I can in these times | |
| And it hurts to know my life ain' t really mine | |
| Verse 3: E. D. I | |
| Now the custom my kind are | |
| They label me a product | |
| Well Am I supposed to let ' em ride up | |
| End on drippin' blood | |
| Like survive and I would | |
| It' s the wild, wild Westside | |
| Best to recollect | |
| Collect your toys | |
| Try not to get too high | |
| Off the live here | |
| Cause the crime seen to be you | |
| Pride to the fight | |
| You was yappin' | |
| Now you see through | |
| I fillst the evil | |
| As soon as I enter the section | |
| But I' m a renegade | |
| Made of the days I remember | |
| Ment to only live my life strife free | |
| But s like me | |
| Want mo' hood | |
| So we kick in the do' | |
| Screamin' Outlawz | |
| We outsmart hoes | |
| With Bad Azz fo' sho | |
| Get yours | |
| Get the off | |
| And flow | |
| Verse 4: Young Noble | |
| Yo | |
| I' m hardly livin' | |
| A di n' that I should be in | |
| Stuck in a hole | |
| The world put me in | |
| verin' | |
| They sayin' thugs ain' t citizens | |
| In the civilized world among us | |
| So world of hunger | |
| If they could | |
| They take the world from us | |
| And who I mean by they, teachers | |
| Who don' t believe in his students | |
| Preachers who take the money | |
| And turns folks us to use ' em | |
| Crooked cops who blast s | |
| For thinkin' guns from ruthless | |
| Politicians and bad lords, | |
| knowin' their mother g choosers | |
| Who the they done to roof us | |
| They made a snap | |
| With bigger gaps and quicker raps | |
| A nasty perhaps | |
| Brief pass me the strap | |
| Either the Glock or one of the Gauges | |
| Tryin' to stab me or not | |
| On a plot or rockin' stages | |
| Pac raised us | |
| Soldier never let these ' cops cage us | |
| Sayin' we all lost souls | |
| And they can' t save us | |
| Son is outrages | |
| A faded ass like me | |
| Sayin' Outlawz is no more | |
| Thinkin' we all got killed | |
| But we been on the day | |
| Mother thought you was on to me | |
| you | |
| Air police, I' m warrent free | |
| Verse 5: Bad Azz | |
| Occupation sayin' Occupie | |
| Rockin' high rhymes while you jockin' mine | |
| in' nine up in these times | |
| Ain' t no stoppin' mine | |
| Keep in mind | |
| seek and find the streets' greedy thugs | |
| Heat takes souls away | |
| It' s no love | |
| Drugs help me cope with no hope | |
| It' s like stressin' | |
| Smoke a sassin | |
| Can' t find no bomb | |
| Continue to pear | |
| For steppin' with conceal weapons | |
| Catchin' cases is in | |
| In off the cell that you sleapped in | |
| Lowlifes and big bold letters | |
| Blocked up | |
| A half a key rocked up | |
| I had your ass shot up | |
| I keep dust kicked up | |
| And that' s another how you wheels | |
| Born to cause luck | |
| These Outlawz they too much | |
| Rust to the front | |
| And get touched | |
| And it was sluts who hit ya | |
| Go tell ' em | |
| Suck and tap | |
| It' s the only thing we sell ' em | |
| Catch bullets as they hell ' em | |
| And guess what | |
| I stay bailin', yellin' | |
| Rider die | |
| Get richer stay high | |
| In this life of mine | |
| Gone were I don' t care, I don' t care | |
| Prince Ital Joe | |
| Gunshots | |
| They tell ' em you go ruff | |
| Gangsta | |
| Buck, buck | |
| Yeah Bad Azz | |
| I' m gonna take sence | |
| Cause it' s like respect it | |
| Respect in every aspect, | |
| that gone to be a suspect | |
| , | |
| Gunshots | |
| Outlawz | |
| Outlawz | |
| What you think about ridin' | |
| You see | |
| Here | |
| We over here | |
| Thug Pound rock | |
| Fo sho | |
| They never quit | |
| Bad Az |
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