[Bun B:]
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Yeah, see I remember, how it all be-gan
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I used to slang dirty raps to my P.A. fans
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And back then, I knew you couldn't stop this flow
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No other MC around can go like I go
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I brought the new style in and the bass it got crunker
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I bought me a slab and now I'm a pop trunker
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Do I wanna rap or swang on 4's
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Your brother's comin down slammin Cadillac do's
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People tellin me that it's just my time
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They know it's UGK for life and I get down for mine
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14 on the mic and you never seen me play
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Big Dick Cheney and comin straight up outta P.A.
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Port Authur Texas, the land of the trill
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And fuck your diamonds man these boys a put a gun to your grill
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It's Bun Beeda, you know that I be reppin mayne
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See we done said it befo', but we gon' say it agayn
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Life is...
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[Chorus: Pimp C]
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Too $hort don't you agree?
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While I'm livin my life, don't fuck with me
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(Life is...) too short, whippin the slab
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Comin down blowin sweets and hurtin hoes on the ave
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I've been crushin these niggaz, me and Bun B
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Been a legend since 1993
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Gimme thirty thousand and I'll serve ya some heat
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I'll write your rhymes, sang the hook, and I'll make ya a beat
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I used to dream about this shit, now my money is legit
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Ain't no mo' ridin up that ten with that shit tryin to win
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I let the young whippersnapper take all the risks
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They'll serve a nigga dope and now it's all on a disk
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Keep a bad yella bitch and a thick young brown (brown)
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Top dropped down when I'm ridin through the town (town)
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Y'all call 'em trues (trues) we call 'em Vogues (Vogues)
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They call 'em shorties (shawty) we call 'em hoes (hoes)
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Y'all niggaz behind still playin with'cha nose
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I got two matchin Bentleys just bought me a Rolls
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My momma drive a BM and my gul got a Benz
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Watchin life through my rearview I see haters in my lens
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Life is...
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[Chorus]
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[Too $hort:]
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Life is too short, that's what I always say
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We wasn't homies last week so don't call me today
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I ain't got nuttin for you, can't loan you shit
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Don't you hate when broke niggaz be on yo' dick? !
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I can make a lot of money, I know I can
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But the mo' I make, the mo' I spend
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Lot of cash in my pockets just to show my friends
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I can put it in the bank to buy fo' mo' rims
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For my fo' do' Benz, with the royal blue paint
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Sometimes you wanna quit, but you know you can't
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You gotta keep hustlin or you lose it all
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If you choose to ball you pay your dues and fall
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I said fuck bein broke, if I gotta sell coke
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I'm a rock the shit up and raise hell with my folks
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I'll be posted on the block, at night I gotta get mine
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I'll pimp hoes and I do white collar crimes
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Cause life is...
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B:]
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Now life is to some people unbearable
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They tellin on they homeboys and that's terrible
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Was it way too much time or nothin big
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Cause if you tell on us, we'll be splittin your wig
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Now my freedom is to me my main asset
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So I'm a keep it 100, and give like I get
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Chill at the Ponderosa and smoke that good
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I'm tryin to get rich while I rep for the hood
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See everybody's got that same old dream
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Of big cars, bad bitches and a mountain of green
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Drive a brand new Bentley, Benzo or a Beem
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But ain't none of that worth tellin on yo' team
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It's on you homeboy, so what'chu gon' do
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You need to take my advice and stop snitchin fool
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Or you can close yo' ears, and run yo' mouth
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But when they catch you homeboy you'll soon find out
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Life is...
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B:] Life is...
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[Chorus]
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Life Is 2009
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UGK |