Kool G Rap - My Life (Remix) lyrics

[N.O.R.E. - speaking] N-O-R-E, Nore, n***as On the Run Eatin *coughing* So let's big up Kool G. Rap because that's the motherf**ing man You un' the dig, Kool G. Rap, man, you know what I'm sayin? Godfather of gangsta, ghetto, project, complex, co-op, hip-hop G. Rap influenced me in, not in any way but in every way almost, you know the dig? N.O.R.E. - Nore, G. RAP! If y'all don't know about G. Rap, y'all don't know about rap! [G-Wise * vocoder] G. Rap - see you again, baby (my life n***a) [Hook: G-Wise * vocoder] All of my life, I live I'll be thuggin with youuuuuuu Rock it out baby, knock it out baby Won't stop 'til I die for this I'll be keepin it trueeeeeee Yeah yeah yeah yeah [N.O.R.E.] Yo, yo It's mafia ties, rules, let 'em f** each other's wives n***as is real stupid and they think like chicks They was dealing with ounce money 'til I bought the bricks I done walked through the valley of the shadow of d**h (yeahhhh) And smoked cigarettes, constant, step for step (oh yeah) Island-style, four-bill and mop your neck I got the bandana, see, it's already a "B" I'm like Santana from American ME They call me D.A.N. - Dead All Nore (D.A.N. - Dead All Noreeeee) And I got guns, y'all ain't got nothin for me f** the popo, cuz n***as don't leave no prints (prints) n***as gave me a brick and ain't seen me since (yeahhhh) Now I'm out the game like Kane and them And now n***as want me, I ain't blamin them I got guns that stretch south, macs and tecs out I big'd up, copped the five, f** a six, what!? (ohhhh oh oh) [Hook] [Capone] I speak on phones in Kohl's, my sh** stay tapped Like Gregory Hines, wild since seventy-nine I'm federal time, still an enemy of the state They had to beat the murder case back in eighty-eight (tell 'em bout it) Judge Hoffman gave fifteen to Q-God's Started riots in the jungle like the Rodney King charges In L.A., what up essa? (whaddup) I spray tre' pounds (yeahhhh) To nueva, I'm loco n***a (loco) I'm the one that made attempts on the popo bigger I put crazy work in, (that's right) f** who criticize my verses I only rap, cuz the streets is sour The money is good and I couldn't find sheets for powder I could get on some bullsh**, (on some bullsh**) y'all n***as understand me? I keep heat like Miami, fry for family (what? fry for family) Rubbing tat for infanity, I curse the game Menace to Society like O-Dog and Kane (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [Hook] [Kool G. Rap] All of my life, uh-huh uh-huh n***a into warm mansion rooms, wall to wall with handsome goons Half-naked b**hes dancin to tunes (uh-huh) Marble floor to the terrace n***a, glance at the moon Play the jacuzzi 'til your hands get blue Rugs tight, bright as the white sands of Cancun (yeahhhh) Skylights up in the ceilings for the plants to bloom n***a we crop grams in dunes, Cuban cigar brand of grandest fumes Prison n***as that ran balloons Shut down shop from Jan. to June, and still cop land in the boons f** women in tanning rooms Every last fingernail on their hand groomed, self built do Down to the mink pelts, gator belts and silk suit If I can't stack a n***a cap get peeled loose Word to them cats that died on the street, it's spilled juice So where that Don be? In the calm breeze in the palm trees Bomb G under the armpiece (yeahhhh) Livin in harmony, coke farm pharmacy Bulletproof armory, school of the hard knock honory Washin the jackpot like laundry f**in Don of the year nominee, honestly (All of my...) [G-Wise * vocoder - two voices at once] Life, we spend, someone - know someone We spend, (yeah) we spend... And what about - where you come from (where you come from, where you) What about - You will get up on-on... My life, my life, my life [Hook] [Kool G. Rap] What.. uh...uh-huh Yeah, thug sh**, Queens clicks