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Project Pat - Life We Live lyrics
feat. Edgar Fletcher, Namond Lumpkin) [Project Pat] I was broke pocket full of lint now I'm on the bricks getting paid like no other dog now I'm stackin' chips on the road like a trucker man had to take some trips doing shows for my brothers but strapped with extra clicks just in case any sucker would wanna run his lips a female I don't trust her cause women like to trip I stay all by my getty green hell with some time there some crime that was petty seem still getting mine all this hate trip I'm hearing though you I ain't fearing better try to be growing old man with your children escalate what a nigga staring his last days nearing trying to get it right with god only one who I'm fearing hopin' I'ma make it keep it real never knew I get the chances for a nigga to get paid so I take it living like a player should wishin' that you could knowin' it's all to the good still down with the hood [Chorus: repeat] This Life We Live (Life as we see it) See it's oh so beautiful (Oh it's so) beautiful Oh so beautiful (Oh it's so beautiful) [Project Pat] Last year my cousin took a fall, a sad song seem like we were just on the phone now he gone people use to try to judge him sayin' he was wrong but you can't try to judge a man you do you wrong smokin' out on a daily base I'm in the clouds drinkin' liqour fallin' on my face wondering how I survive all this foolishness up in the street ridin' dirty I ain't new to this I'm packin' heat but the streets very hazardous to a niggaz health watch your step you ain't Lazarus you'll meet your death I'm the man from the North, North site of the town with the will to support me and keep em found stayin' down got your gold grills dro in the air barbecue on the grill sun cool for a player when I ride through the streets hoes are plentiful Cause the life that we live so beau-ti-ful [(Chorus) 2x] [Project Pat] Gotta take the good with the bad smile with the sad, love what you got and remember what you had messin' with the ones who help me in the times when I was flat broke didn't even have a dime my family they was there, my niggaz they was there the rest of ya'll left me for dead didn't care I use to have dreams livin' large in this thang and by the grace of god I'm still alive in this thang I strive in this game to get all that I can Never said I'm the man, respect me as a man to you ones think I owe you somethin' now that's a joke think you bad come and get you somethin' how low to dope either treal either fake you can love you can hate either go and get your own or you can't sit and wait on the next man to come up you can peep this you can do what I do handle your bu-si-ness [(Chorus) 2x |
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