Our Life

Yo... Don't make me flip on you... Actually you can't make me do nothin' I might decide to I used to mush thugs And now I push drugs I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug Used to show me his guns Ain't a cat that knows me as son Remember violence at only one I used to watch how my pops would treat a girl And beef with the world He had a bone to pick That's why my dome was sick It rubbed off on me 'Cause the apple don't fall far from the tree, G You cats keep your distance 'Cause your scared I might flip in an instance When I was filled with innocence I was still commiting sins Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon I'll shove a knife in your grin I run with convicts and stick up kids That'll rob you for 6 bucks bitch We flip right before you expect it 'Cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic We shot men and we robbed gems I seen cats that used to clock me Now I clock them Got easier access to a Glock-10 In case one in your face is the only option Necro with Ill Bill Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill Gun up in your grill and you screamin 'Chill! Chill!' Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled This is Our Life, Our Life Necro with Ill Bill Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill Gun up in your grill and you screamin 'Chill! Chill!' Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled This is Our Life Ayo I grew up in the motherfuckin' projects My mom says if my pop left We'd have to get a section-8 apartment The rent's cheap I see decepticons at least Ten deep, run up on me flippin', wanna set beef That was some faggot shit, me and my brother ran for do-lo The only two white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo I fought everyday, beefed with a hundred cats Way before I sold drugs and started bustin' caps Way before I bust my first nut I loved to rap At ten years old is when I first started to fuck with that Everyone else in my PJ's who'd rhyme was black I kept it to myself continued to define my crap I used to buy my mother milk draggin' a spiked bat You fuck with me, I was the type of cat to fight back I lace you with a broken nose holdin' the ice pack Whites, blacks, Puerto Rican's We was poor, it was wack My mom tried her best I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack knives instead Became one of those violent heads Have you on the respirator even though the doctor know your mind is dead Necro with Ill Bill Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill Gun up in your grill and you screamin 'Chill! Chill!' Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled This is Our Life, Our Life Necro with Ill Bill Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill Gun up in your grill and you screamin 'Chill! Chill!' Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled This is Our Life