Love My Life – Cam’Ron – letras

Ayo, I never claim to hard, tough, no homo, gangsta, none of the aboveJust a kid from 140th and Lennox Ave, Harlem USAtryin to make his way in the world, ya heard?You know in the trials and tribulations that life bringsI lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone foreverYou know you can’t expect everything from everybody(I got you right now) So get up, get out and get somethinThat’s what I did[Verse 1]Before I had the hamma cocked (cocked) or Santana rocked (Santana rocked)Little Jerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma doc (that’s my fam)Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle BillCousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now (whattup y’all)My Aunt Normy, I don’t speak to my Aunt DidaOr my Cousin Bashiba, but I love my mother Frederica (whattup ma)Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka (uh huh)Down another doorbell was that nigga WardnellHe gave birth to the best MC you never heardLever after lever and was clever wit whatever word (who you talkin bout?)Derrick Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C. (C.O.C.)He did damage, road managed by GODA.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hardsixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars (had the license)Color 68′, coupe 75’Still drive some bullshit, I don’t know whyI love the nigga though, for him put cris in the airFirst one diss ’em in here, swear, I’ll risk my career (career)That’s a fact dick, ain’t talkin no rap shit (nope)I’m talkin that mac clip (clip), niggaz will back-flipAct sick, my dude studied the Sabbath (Sabbath)No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish (he buggin)He can have my house (house), he can keep my Maurys (Maurys)He can drive my cars, this a Eastside StoryThat’s why my dudes love me, I let them do themYou either gon be rich or famous fuckin wit me…probably bothIf you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play lottoNine out ten times you gon win nigga[Chorus 2X – Nicole Wray]Play the game, sure to winThey all up on me, know they want my endsI sacrifice, I roll the diceI love the hood, I love my life[Verse 2]See a boss I’m prepared to be (be)When I walk away from a confrontationI ain’t scared of you, I’m scared of me (scared of me)I got a gun, you don’t, so it flares you’ll see (flares)After that, a five-thousand volt chair for me (damn)So I move carefully, niggaz don’t care for me (nope)Who care, I don’t, you share, I won’t (I won’t)Calm down, (huh huh) breathe again (breathe!)I don’t do extortion unless I want a receivin end (ya hear that?)Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak (what she say?)That’s word to me, told me I deserve to eat (what happened?)Moved to a killa ave, right from a murda street (what you did?)Rocked Adidas Forms, even though they hurt my feet (fucked up)I don’t look in the sky, nevermind stars (nope)Know some fine stars, (where?) right behind bars (who)Snags, Black, Doe on house arrest (house arrest)Zeek, Sheek, won’t even through out the rest (won’t even mention)They wanted my ass, right along side ZeekTurn myself in? Nope play hide and go seek (hide n seek)I’m gone, put the clip in the chromeYa I’m just like a fly, see the shit that I’m on?And hour after hour, I would chill at the after hoursWhere they flash the powder (powder), no bath our shower (funky)In that same spot, realized math is powerSo I point at the house, that is ours[Chorus 3X – Nicole Wray][Nicole Wray]Can you feel me? Can you feel me?Whooooo whoooooBAAABBBBBBBYYYYYYYAHHHHHHHHHHHYea YeaWhoooo whoo whoo whoooo