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My life by Styles 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...


[Styles]

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

f**k 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, f**k it, I'm a thuggin nigga

You talkin bullsh*t 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]


[Styles]

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 Oc' I dont' go to mas

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


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