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The life

by Styles. Buy album CD: A Gangster and a Gentleman

f/ Pharoahe Monch

[Styles talking]
My life.. Pharoahe Monch.. Ayatollah..
Holiday Styles.. Double R.. Rawkus Records..
Pharoahe talk to 'em.. let 'em try to understand..
Let 'em try.. let 'em try now...

[Chorus: Pharoahe]
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me
Cuz where I come from, so often
People you grew up with, layin in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life
My life...

Is based on, lightin blunts, loadin guns
tellin my lawyers to get the case gone (uh-huh)
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
so I can switch my residence - get a truck and a Lex
Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
I light a blunt cuz never will the struggle end
So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it, you ain't in the role
so you really can't budge a nigga - you oughta love a nigga
For the fact that it's my world and my life but still I'm a rugged nigga
They say you buggin nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin nigga
You talkin bullshit then kick it with another nigga
I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga
And I ain't got friends - I got enemies
So if they with me, then that means they my brother niggaz

[Chorus: Pharoahe]

Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin, scared of the feds
They said death is eternal sleep
but the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed
So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
They got big momma hurtin instead
My life is makin the verse - but the handcuffs
the bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse
Tell mom I don't go to the church - tell Haq I dont' go to Mosque
I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March
But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord and he'll be callin me soon, what
And my life is all I have - my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what

[Chorus: Pharoahe] - 2X

My life...
My life...
My life...
My life...

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Album: A Gangster and a Gentleman (2002) Lyrics
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  1. Intro
  2. Good times (i get high)
  3. Y'all know we in here
  4. A gangster and a gentleman
  5. Black magic
  6. Daddy get that cash
  7. Lick shots
  8. And i came to...
  9. Get paid
  10. Ass Bag (Skit)
  11. I'm a ruff ryder
  12. Soul clap
  13. We thugs (my niggas)
  14. Styles
  15. Barbershop (Skit)
  16. Listen
  17. Niggas Flippin (Skit)
  18. Y'all don't wanna fuck
  19. Shit Done Changed (Skit)
  20. Nobody believes me
  21. Dedication (skit)
  22. My brother
  23. Outro
  24. The life


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