Ya'll know I'm young and witty, only my guns is pretty Got Ali(Rasul)running with me, ya'll can come and get me Find me in the slums of fifties, gutter campaigns from Poughkeepsie That'll leave one in your kidney! If you run against me, I've got k**er flows Ain't no monkey-business in gorilla fros Use music to heal a soul, all my young shorties fulfill your goals Life is more then just the fastest cars & the illest Cloths! Tim'lands and whites, linen with ice Winning with dice, cinnamon wife blend with the trife! Repenting to Christ, vacating where the temperature's nice Penderin' twice, that's what I call: Living the Life.. Chorus: Yo it's the same hood money guns bottles of Cane We can take what tomorrow'll bring But as the days pa**, our mottos'll change.. It's all one world, divided by bars and the chains, sorrow & pain Follow the game gospels came with bullets ans slugs Took it to bloods of Abraham's crooks and them thugs Hookers in clubs, little girls cooking up d** Who am I to rearrange their outlooks of love?! My footage on dubs is like Holy Books from above Saying Allah U Akbar, still shook from his grudge Shook to be judged, balls of fire false desire Crawling up higher until my laws retire Yo, cutting no slacks, busting no caps We've learned to reevaluate and muscle our tracks My lungse'll colapse 'cause I keep cussin' on wax How many rappers do you know still hustling crack? Chorus: Repeat Now they're really gonna hate us! The Square and Ali Vegas Makin' papers. You can't escape the vapors If the music doesn't work go back to stagin' capers It ain't our fault they say it's what the devil made us Whether mikes or skypagers, gats or crossfaders The game's the same and it's played by all ages Laced with raw flavas, make ya'll wanna taste it n***as throw your guns in the air, hoes get naked Our motto. Pop bottles after we shake it The lifestyles of young brothas tryin' to make it Whips, exotic trips, and large bank statements It's yours and it's there to be taken