(Project Pat)
I was broke pocket full of lint now I'm on the bricks
getting paid like no otha dog now I'm stackin' chips
on the road like a trucker man had to take some trips
doing shows for my brothas but strapped with extra clicks
just in case any sucker would wanna run his lips
a female I don't trust her cause women like to tripz
I stay all 'bout my getty green hell with some time
theres some crime that was petty seem still getting mine
all this hatred I'm hearing though you I ain't fearing
better try to be growing old man with your children
escalade what a nigga steering last days nearing
tryna' get it right with god only one who I'm fearing
hopin' I'ma make it keep it real
never do I fakin' chances for a nigga to get paid
so I take it living like a playa should
wishin' that you could knowin' it's all to the good
still down with the hood
(Chorus: repeat)
This Life We Live (Life as we live it)
Oh so beautiful (Oh it's so beautiful)
Oh so beautiful (Oh it's so beautiful)
(Project Pat)
Last year my cousin took a fall, a sad song
seem like we was just on the phone now he gone
people used to try to judge him say he was wrong
but you can't try to judge a man you'll do you wrong
smokin' out on a daily base I'm in the clouds
drinkin' liquor fallin' on my face
wondering how I survive all this foolishness
off in the street ridin' dirty I ain't new to this
I'm packin' heat but the streets very hazardous
to niggaz health watch your step you ain't Lazarus
you'll meet your death
I'm the man from the North, North side of the town
where the real do support me and keep a frown
stayin' down got your gold grills dro in the air
barbecue on the grill sumin' cool for a playa
when I ride through the streets hoes are plentiful
Cause the life that we live so beau-ti-ful
(Chorus) 2x
(Project Pat)
Gotta take the good with the bad
smile with the sad, love what you got
and remember what you had
messin' with the ones who helped me in the times
when I was flat broke didn't even have a dime
my family they was there, my niggaz they was there
the rest of ya'll left me for dead didn't care
I used to have dreams livin' large in this thang
and by the grace of god I'm still alive in this thang
I strive in this game to get all that I can
Never said I'm the man, respect me as a man
to you ones think I owe you somethin'
now that's a joke think you're bad come and get you somethin'
how lows the dough?
either trill either fake
you can love you can hate
either go and get your own or you can't sit and wait
on the next man to come up you can peep this
you can't do what I do handle yo' bu-si-ness