My Life – Da Band – letras

[Sara in background saying welcome][Fred/Miami]This CrazyI’m ThankfulYeaWelcome Welcome[Ness]Life is what you make itYou gotta put in hard workYea cant let nobody hold you down baby[Verse 1 (Ness)]Hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lordLocked up wit a bad case of hemorriodsWrittin n fightin trifflin rhymesAbout tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grindWhite collared criminals climb the corporate ladderWhile niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crackRiskin my freedom boxed up missin a seasonIts a setup hypothetically speakinEven my pops was knocked ova tickets for speedingDrinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot himMy mom got grey hairs from worrying sickAnd my sister got a house now pushing a stickJust a lil something to get her from a to bYa’ll got nowhere to go come and stay wit meWit a niece and a nephew dat love me to deathMy little brother nick i guess he’z loving whatz left[Chorus (Sara)]Life is what u make itThough it may sound basicGoing through some bad timesWhile were faithful for the goodtimes yeaThough we must build up tha strength to carry onWelcome to my worldWelcome welcome[Verse 2 (Fred)]I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha doorI looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some cokeAnd at tha time i really needed his doughBut i know the rulesYou never sell crack where you rest atCuz haterz send shellz where ya chest atIn my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest atFound out i aint dead give dem a spot to rest atI found out bout there spot had to go and x thatMy eyes red against cyclops call me tha x manI think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lessonI carry loads at times even though it get stressinI remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessingI couldnt stand tha rain of tha new editionTha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business[Chorus (Sara)]Life is what u make itThough it may sound basicGoing through some bad timesWhile were faithful for the goodtimes yeaThough we must build up tha strength to carry onWelcome to my worldWelcome welcome[Verse 3 (Babs)]Pot heads and high school dropoutsLittle girlz wit there stomachs popped outI seen it allNiggaz stretched out by tha corner storeLife no moreDont think small im getting focusedIn tha crib writin rhymes while im smokinWhile niggaz on tha block totin i’ll see them lataMy moms make paper but cheat wit her cashAsk for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dadSo i’d rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirtMeanwhile still tryna get a deal on tha sideBattle bitches outside in front of kennedy friedAlot of niggaz wanna see me shineBut i still got tha lanes laggin behindHatin on mine itz nothinImma get to tha top regardlessGot love for female rappers who think im tha hardest[Chorus (Sara)]Life is what u make itThough it may sound basicGoing through some bad timesWhile were faithful for the goodtimes yeaThough we must build up tha strength to carry onWelcome to my worldWelcome welcome