f/ Pharoahe Monch
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[Styles talking]
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My life.. Pharoahe Monch.. Ayatollah..
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Holiday Styles.. Double R.. Rawkus Records..
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Pharoahe talk to 'em.. let 'em try to understand..
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Let 'em try.. let 'em try now...
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[Chorus: Pharoahe]
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My life is all I have
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My rhymes, my pen, my pad
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And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
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What you say now, won't budge me
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Cuz where I come from, so often
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People you grew up with, layin in a coffin
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But I done made it through the pain in spite
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It's my time now, my world, my life
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My life...
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[Styles]
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Is based on, lightin blunts, loadin guns
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tellin my lawyers to get the case gone (uh-huh)
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I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
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so I can switch my residence - get a truck and a Lex
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Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
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I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
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I light a blunt cuz never will the struggle end
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So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it, you ain't in the role
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so you really can't budge a nigga - you oughta love a nigga
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For the fact that it's my world and my life but still I'm a rugged nigga
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They say you buggin nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin nigga
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You talkin bullshit then kick it with another nigga
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I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga
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And I ain't got friends - I got enemies
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So if they with me, then that means they my brother niggaz
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[Chorus: Pharoahe]
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[Styles]
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Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead
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Run around hustlin, scared of the feds
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They said death is eternal sleep
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but the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed
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So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money
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They got big momma hurtin instead
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My life is makin the verse - but the handcuffs
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the bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse
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Tell mom I don't go to the church - tell Haq I dont' go to Mosque
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I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march
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I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March
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But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June
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I have talks with the Lord and he'll be callin me soon, what
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And my life is all I have - my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what
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[Chorus: Pharoahe] - 2X
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My life...
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My life...
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My life...
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My life...
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The Life
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