Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Freeway
Vocals
E-Bass
Bass Guitar
M.A.J.
Background Vocals
Beanie Sigel
Vocals
Eddie Money
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leslie Pridgen
Lyrics
Melvin Carter
Composer
Eddie Money
Composer
Dwight Equan Grant
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ruggedness
Producer
E-Bass
Co-Producer
Gimel "Young Guru" Keaton
Recording Engineer
Pat Viala
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I came up with my man, same hood, same age
Withheld names to protect the guilty and
Your boy Free was filthy, same clothes, different day
Be the first to admit it, while **** claim to be
Willies, hey
He pulled up the first johnny I drove
He cruised off the first homi' I seen, follow the flow
Smoke a Timmy with this semi, made his chimney move
Nerves made his body shake, everybody froze
So young with a pump and a MAC
Still manage to make it the Masjid, the bad kids
On the block, with a bundle of crack, package of pills
Old heads will try to teach us Quran
He said Muhammed walk with a sword, I roll with a gat
This the same shit, different day, from times
Now my man booked ain't writing me back
So I figured, I'll try to reach 'em with rhymes, now listen to Mack
We thuggin' for life
Gonna take it, ow
And then enough
Ain't no mistakin'
But it's for life, it's my life
Not for the taking
To all my boys in the hood, the East coast' does boys back
From the land of them throw boys black
I keep my toast in the hood, gon' squeeze
Hope you throw yours back
Come to the streets to bring my homeboys back
Blew my mind out this piece, but I'm always back
I got shiek in my ear, like mac, fall away back
Shit, I'm tryna come way up
And make the path so Free can tear the runaway up
Uh, my life a bitch with a period on
But still I keep it real, dog, I'm hittin' it raw
And I don't know how to carry this bitch
Sometime I wanna marry this bitch
Sometimes I feel like quitting this whore
But I can't 'cause it feel like kids is involved
I've been on so fucking much, feel like my living was off
But in my lifetime I learned to live with regrets
Deal with the evils, know that one day I'ma sit with the boss
It's my life, ****
We thuggin' for life
Gonna take it, ow
And then enough
Ain't no mistakin'
But it's for life, it's my life
Not for the taking
It's not even close, we throw toast, sleep with ya gats
It's the worst of both hoods, holla at 'em Mack
Follow up exact with the Mac, in the v
Get back, if you happen to see, the Mack or Free, at where you be
I be where you at, I come where you live
The cat untuckin' the gat, manuever the sig..wit seg
The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig with ease
Hear the feds trynna ruin the bull Sieg'
Before they kill me like Cornbread, you be like Diallo
Before I'm stuck like Louima, I be up when you need it
And I'ma ride for you, lace up my sneakers, puffin' my reefer
Tuckin' my heater, duckin' your honor, uh
Tell 'em tricks they gonna die when I see 'em
Let 'em know my friend colt 45 tryna meet with they mama
But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the reason
And Freeway the reason that you tied up in pajamas, uh
We thuggin' for life
Gonna take it, ow
And then enough
Ain't no mistakin'
But it's for life, it's my life
Not for the taking
Written by: Dwight Grant, Eddie Money, Leslie Pridgen, Melvin Carter

