Freeway, Beanie Sigel - Life lyrics

I came up with my man, same hood, same age
Witheld names to protect the guilty and
Your boy Free was filthy, same clothes
Different day be the first to admit it
While niggas claim to be willies, hey
He pulled up the first johnny I drove
He cruised off the first homi I seen
Follow the flow
Smoke a timmy, with this semi
Made his chimney move
Nerves made his body shake, everybody froze
So young with a pump and a mac
Still manage to make it the Masjid
The bad kids
On the block, with a bundle of crack
Package of pills
Old heads will try to teach us Quran
He said Muhammed walk with a sword
I roll with a gat
This the same shit, different day, from times
Now my man booked ain't writing me back
So I figured, I'll try to
Reach 'em with rhymes, now listen to Mac
We thuggin' for life gonna take it, oww
And then enough ain't no mistakin'
But, it's for life, it's my life
Not for the taking

To all my boys in the hood
The East coast' does boys back
From the land of them throw boys black
I keep my toast in the hood, gon' squeeze
Hope you throw yours back
Come to the streets to bring my homeboys back
Blew my mind out this piece
But, I'm always back
I got shiek in my ear, like mac
Fall away back shiit, I'm trynna come way up
And make the path so freak
I tear the runaway up
Uh, my life a bitch with a period on
But still I keep it real, dog
I'm hittin' it raw
And I don't know how to carry this bitch
Sometime I wanna marry this bitch
Sometimes I feel like quitting this whore
But, I can't cause it feel
Like kids is involved
I've been on so fucking much
Feel like my living was off
But in my lifetime I learned
To live with regrets deal with D'evils
Know that one day I'mma sit with the boss
It's my life nigga

It's not even close, we throw toast
Sleep with ya gats
It's the worst of both hoods
Holla at 'em Mac
(Follow up exact with the Mac, in the v
Get back, if you happen to
See, the Mac or Free, at where you be)
I be where you at, I come where you live
The cat untuckn the gat
Manuever the sigwit seg
(The Mac untuckin' a pump, removin' they wig
With ease
Hear the feds trynna ruin the bull Sieg'
Before they kill me like Cornbread
You be like Diallo
Before I'm stuck like luima
I be up when you need it)
And I'mma ride for you, lace up my sneakers
Puffin' my reefer
Tuckin' my heater, duckin' your honor, uh
Tell 'em tricks they gonna die when I see 'em
Let 'em know my friend colt 45
Trynna meet with they mama
But we keep drama, think, rhyme is the reason
And Freeway the reason that you
Tied up in pajamas, uh