[Chorus:]
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Hi Life
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We livin' that hi life
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Hi Life (Hi Life...mmmmmmmmmm)
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We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm
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[Pimp C:]
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I'm tired livin' fucked up, tired of livin' bad
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Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me
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When you gonna go to church Chad
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Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image
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That she would want me to be
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But I got one foot in the street
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And every week I flip a Ki
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I never wanted to be a G
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But niggas depend on me
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It ain't safe to hit I-10
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So niggas fear with me
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And all the niggas that I went to school wit
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Got cool wit, went to fool wit
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I dealt selling that white shit
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Pushin' cocaine, niggas holding pistols
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Dependant on the game
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What ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat
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Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred
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And ain't nobody got no dough
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So niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist
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And if this bitch came thinking to ease my mind
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By sucking my dick
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Bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts
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In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass
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First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died
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And you wonder why yo' niggas out there smokin' fry
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I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime
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But if I told you that nigga you know that I be lyin'
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And I've been fucking pussy since the tender age of nine
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It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive
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And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt
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But still I puts in work and front for my folks
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Cause where I come from nigga, family just ain't no joke
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Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat
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But what about Baby Doe, some say that nigga's selling dope
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And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk
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But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork
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And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved
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Most preachers are false prophets
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Fuckin' hoes and gettin' paid
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I'm lookin' for the...
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B:]
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You only got one life to live
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That's all they give you to do it
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You could bullshit your way through it
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Or stay true, it can be complicated cause niggas
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Be gettin' shot in the cross
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People and names get lost
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The people in the lane get tossed
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The streets'll eat your ass alive
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Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives
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And nobody's surprised if somebody
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Don't survive the dusk to see dawn
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It's treacherous how we was left to die
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On the streets that we be on
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Motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on
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Probably cause society felt they didn't belong
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Now who in the fuck made it this way for us
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Got all these little niggas slangin' that yay
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Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable
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And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable
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So how can I substain a full life before death
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Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self
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Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham
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Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam
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Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life
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All I can see in front of me is up for grabs
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Come off that slab
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Cause poverty will push a nigga over that brink
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Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge
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So instead of being without, I'm hustling
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Tryin' to get through these ungodly days
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Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck outta this maze
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A man will committ a crime 'cause a fuckin' crime pays
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I'm going through a phase you don't grow out
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Until there's a reason a mother fuckers gots to pour out
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His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind
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But still sometimes he don't know why
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He walkin' around just hopin'
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He can get one more try to make it
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It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it
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You can't fake it, to get that hi life
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[Chorus: until the end]
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Hi-Life
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UGK |