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The Life Lyrics

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Shyne : The Life Lyrics

Songwriters: Caston, Leonard; Myrick, Nashiem; Barrow, Jamaal; Poree, Anita;

. Send "The Life" Ringtone to your Cell .

It's a new day in the rap game
Nobody sells records but Shyne Po

My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin'
I had the whole tri-state high, nigga, I ain't frontin'
At Fifteen I sold my first bag of dope
Used to stick Dominicans, burner under the coat
Gettin' like 15 grams, a half a Ki
At Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to be
Gettin' some shorts, me and my man from a hundred and fifth
He knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a clique

To hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the head
Throw 'em out windows if they were late with the bread
Basically I'm enforcin' around heavy coke
When nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portion
They wasn't missin' it, so I got my hustle on the side, flippin' it
Sellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minor
But I always knew I'd turn a big apple into cider

Niggas, niggas, just ain't built like me
Stand up, niggas, since 15
I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines
Takin' shots, burnin' blocks
This ain't no fuckin' rap

Everything was everything 'til my man got pinched
He had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinct
Other than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product
Straight white powder now, gettin' it
The hardest nigga in the street
My first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seats

Buyin' out the bar at the rooftop
I had a few spots, one called the jukebox
Where I was gettin' like 50 a brick
2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sick
My cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchin'
Any niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortion
Shit was goin' right and only one better

When I got my Italian connect, hittin' me with pure Heroin
Moved to 116th, started seein' real dinero then
Empire buildin', the shit was takin' flight
Had my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a night
Mixin' lactose, Bonita, and Quenii
I was the first Black nigga with mafia ties
Leased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy

Yo, bangin' for real
Niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat
We washin' this money
You think this shit is about rhymes
You'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground you know?
We get low when the Feds is in town, this is justice
We playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop off

At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformed
Controllin' manufacturin' and distribution of Heron
Throughout the tri-state, high stakes
I spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper bags
You couldn't name a car I ain't have, every minute new tags
Seven series to the five-sixty drop, nigga
I was givin' away blocks, nigga
Fast cars, fast money, slow deaths, this things of ours

Had me doin' a hundred miles an hour
Through the city evadin' the Feds
Started this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledge
Not to fuck each others bitches or touch each others riches
On top or broke, never break this oath
Every nigga in the counsel was a boss
We used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it off

It was alright 'til I got caught, charged with an eight-forty-eight
Behind Marion steel gates
Niggas started shittin', actin' bizarre
Drivin' my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the laws
Same niggas I took care of and got money wit'
Was on some funny shit, if I was different I'd snitch

What would you do if you got Millions with niggas
And they had no love for ya? Couldn't pay for ya lawyer
I figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot?
I'll be out in Ten, start over again
Throw those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do it
You couldn't understand it of you ain't been through it
There's rules to this shit and I couldn't break 'em
Death before dishonor 'til I meet Satan, I know he's waitin'

God forgive me, you've never seen a nigga like me in your life
I'm what these lil' niggas rap about
That's me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes
I did that time, I flipped that dime
Shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles
The life, love it