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Verse 1
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Ayo, yo, what's up?
Let's keep it real, son,
count this money
You know what I'm sayin'? Yeah, yeah
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Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe
You know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we spendin'
these Jacksons
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The Washington's go to wifey,
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you know how that go
Em
I'm sayin' that's what this is all about,
right?
Clothes, bankrolls, and hoes
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You know what I'm sayin'?
Em
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Yo, then what, man, what?
Verse 2
Visualizin' the realism of
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life and actuality
Fuck who's the baddest,
a person's status depends on salary
G
And my mentality is money-orientated
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Em
I'm I'm destined to live the dream
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Em
for all my peeps who never made it
'Cause yeah, we were beginners in
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the hood as Five Percenters
But somethin' must of got in us 'cause
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all of us turned to sin ners
Now some restin' in peace and some
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are sittin' in San Quentin
Em
Oth ers, such as myself,
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are tryin' to carry on tra dition
Keepin' this Schweppervescent street
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ghetto essence inside us
Em
'Cause it provides us with the proper
insight to guide us
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Even though we know, somehow
Em
we all gotta go
But as long as we leavin' thievin'
We'll be leavin' with some kind of dough
So, until that day we expire
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and turn to vapors
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Me and my capers will be somewhere
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stackin' plenty papers
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Keepin' it real, packin' steel,
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gettin' high
Em
'Cause life's a bitch
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Em
and then you die
Verse 3
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Life's a bitch and then you die
D
That's why we get high
Em
'Cause you never know when
you're gonna go
G
Life's a bitch and then you die
D
Em
That's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when
you're gonna go
C
Life's a bitch and then you die
D
That's why we get high
Em
'Cause you never know when
you're gonna go
C
Life's a bitch and then you die
Em
That's why we puff lye
Verse 4
Em
I woke up early on my born day,
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I'm 20, it's a blessing
Em
The essence of adolescence leaves my body,
now I'm fresh and
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My physical frame is celebrated
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'cause I made it
Em
One quarter through life, some
godly-like thing thing created
Got rhymes 365 days annual,
plus some
Load up the mic and bust one,
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cuss while I pus from
My skull 'cause it's pain in my brain vein,
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money maintain
Don't go against the grain,
simple and plain
When I was young at this I used
to do my thing hard
Robbin' foreigners, take they wallets,
they jewels and rip they green cards
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Dipped to the projects,
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flashin' my quick cash
Em
And got my first piece of ass,
smokin' blunts with hash
G
Now it's all about cash in abundance
Em
Nig gas I used to run with is rich or doin'
years in the hundreds
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I switched my motto, instead of sayin',
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"Fuck tomorrow"
Em
That buck that bought a bottle
could've struck the lotto
Once I stood on the block,
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loose cracks produce stacks
I cooked up and cut small pieces
to get my loot back
Time is illmatic, keep static
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like wool fabric
Em
Pack a 4-matic that crack
Verse 5
your whole cabbage
Em
C
Life's a bitch and then you die
Em
That's why we get high
'Cause you never know when
you're gonna go
C
Life's a bitch and then you die
Em
That's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when
you're gonna go
G
Life's a bitch and then you die
Em
That's why we get high
G
'Cause you never know when
Em
you're gonna go
Life's a bitch and then
G
you die
Em
That's why we puff lye
'Cause you never know when
you're gonna go
G
Em
Life's a bitch and then you die
Outro 1
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