[Noreaga]
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Can't stop thinkin of the game, y'know what'm mean? Can't get the game out my
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mind. Gotta get out the game tonight though, y'know what'm sayin? (Aw, word)
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It's damn time. This is real, y'know what'm sayin? Growin up, (yeah) I did my
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little work. (what, what what, what) Sold my little work. (What, what)
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Y'know what'm sayin?
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[Verse One]
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Yo, I grew up like the regular thug - sold drugs
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Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta do
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I copped the Jordan's, and the Fi-la's, too
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Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson's, the orange and blue
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Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses
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Thinkin that the earth's axis,
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revolves around my waist.. and how the fuck I feel
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Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill
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Then it dawned on me, came strong on me
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I belonged with these, niggaz thuggin with me
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So I switched crews, started rollin with the older dudes
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Drinkin brews, did what they say, and paid dues
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My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea
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And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up
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People my age, tried to say slow my speed up
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Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up
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Chorus: [Carl Thomas] (Noreaga)
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I love my life (Love my life, yo)
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Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time)
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Its my whole life (Live it up)
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I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice)
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This game we play (Play for keeps)
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I live and pray (Control the streets)
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Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life,baby)
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Ooo, yeah
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[Verse Two]
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These is the days of sparkin, I used to roll with Rob Profit
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Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
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Runnin in Timbo's ???, shine shoes
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Section Two, part of Iraq I grew up at
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Had to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gat
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I never knew rap, all I knew was crack
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Yo there's rules to this game, and people to blame
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When you see another little brother doing the same
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As you used to
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Growing up like you
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Palyin skully, with his heat out, cellular phone
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Getting little drug money, but got the world sewn
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I recall, cause he gonna die
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Yo, I cry
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It's hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part two
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Smily got shot up to (Rest in peace)
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Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)
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When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him again
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Chorus
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[Verse Three]
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Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to me
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So don't, make a move if you don't ask me
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I'm, casually known, halfly blown
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In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home
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Jello, copped me a Role', copped them one, too
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You keep it real with a person, keep it real with you
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Use confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominance
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Nostradam' in this, he slits wrists just like ?Glomerus?
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??, Grenad', iced out for Tito
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Puerto Rico, we live life now cause we know
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The other side of the fence stay friendly
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Its just war in there, done, there ain't no Henny
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I can't live that, d??vu, I did that
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I gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit Kats
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Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at
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And just live with a big stack
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Chorus (without Noreaga) *3X - third time ?acappella*
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I Love My Life
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Noreaga |