[Sara in background saying welcome]
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[Fred/Miami]
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This Crazy
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I'm Thankful
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Yea
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Welcome Welcome
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[Ness]
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Life is what you make it
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you gotta put in hard work
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yea cant let nobody hold you down baby
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[Verse 1 (Ness)]
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hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord
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locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods
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writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes
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about tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind
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white collared criminals climb the corporate ladder
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while niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack
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riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season
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itz a setup hypothetically speakin
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even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding
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drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him
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my mom got grey hairs from worrying sick
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and my sister got a house now pushing a stick
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just a lil something to get her from a to b
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ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me
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wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death
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my little brother nick I guess he'z loving whatz left
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[Chorus (Sara)]
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Life is what u make it
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though it may sound basic
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going through some bad times
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while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
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though we must build up tha strength to carry on
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welcome to my world
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welcome welcome
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[Verse 2 (Fred)]
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I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door
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i looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke
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and at tha time i really needed his dough
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but i know the rules
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you never sell crack where you rest at
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cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at
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in my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at
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found ou ti aint dead give dem a spot to rest at
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i found out bout there spot had to go and x that
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my eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man
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i think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson
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i carry loads at times even though it get stressin
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i remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing
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i couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition
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tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business
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[Chorus (Sara)]
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Life is what u make it
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though it may sound basic
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going through some bad times
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while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
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though we must build up tha strength to carry on
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welcome to my world
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welcome welcome
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[Verse 3 (Babs)]
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High heads and high school dropouts
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little girlz wit there stomachs popped out
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i seen it all
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niggaz stretched out by tha corner store
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life nomore
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dont think small im getting focused
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in tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin
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while niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata
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my moms make paper but cheat wit her cash
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ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad
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so i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka
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100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt
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still tryna get a deal on tha side
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battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried
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alot of niggaz wanna see me shine
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but i still got tha lanes laggin behind
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hatin on mine itz nothin
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imma get to tha top regardless
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got love for female rappers but think im tha hardest
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[Chorus (Sara)]
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Life is what u make it
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though it may sound basic
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going through some bad times
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while were faithful for the goodtimes yea
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though we must build up tha strength to carry on
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welcome to my world
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welcome welcome
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[Repeat Chorus 2x]
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My Life
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Bad Boy's Da Band |