Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): David Styles, Lamont Dorrell, S Glenn, Troy Donald Jamerson
Tweet this Song Follow Mp3Lyircs on Twitter
Send "The Life" Ringtone to your Cell
StylesThe Life Lyrics:
My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah
Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records
Pharoahe talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand
Let 'em try, let 'em try now
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me
'Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with, layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
Is based on, lightin' blunts, loadin' guns
Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone
I need the bills that the presidents got they face on
So I can switch my residence
Get a truck and a Lex
Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em
I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends
I light a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end
So you can judge a nigga but you ain't got it, you ain't in the role
So you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga
For the fact that it's my world and my life but still I'm a rugged nigga
They say you buggin' nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga
You talkin' bullshit then kick it with another nigga
I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga
And I ain't got friends, I got enemies
So if they with me then that means they my brother niggaz
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me
'Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with, layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
Is a blunt to the head, prayer for the dead
Run around hustlin', scared of the feds
They said death is eternal sleep but the only thing is
You ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed
So often we get marked in the head, instead of big money
They got big momma hurtin' instead
My life is makin' the verse but the handcuffs
The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse
Tell mommy I don't go to the church, tell Hac I don't go to mosque
I blow blunts, hold guns and I'ma be right there
When the soldiers'll march I play my part
t, and my heart seem colder than March
But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June
I have talks with the Lord
And he'll be callin' me soon, what
And my life is all I have
My family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs, what
My life is all I have
My rhymes, my pen, my pad
And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me
What you say now, won't budge me
'Cause where I come from, so often
People you grew up with, layin' in a coffin
But I done made it through the pain in spite
It's my time now, my world, my life, my life
The lyrics on the most recent version are sanctioned by the composer, or owner of the rights to the lyrics, however, there may be lyrics that are more complete on the prior version(s) that have been submitted by a contributor to mp3lyrics.org
See this song in a different language (automatic translation)
