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ft. The NeptunesUh uh, uh huhClipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)Yeah, whooo[Chorus]Guns n' roses mafia prosesBriefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothesThis is the life, nigga that's the life[Verse 1]I wouldn't have it any other wayYeah, gun play burning loves the one dieMakes me cry some daysLawless, riding backwards on a one wayDe color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch)Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuckWe done seen it all by 25, and lived it upFrom the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your doorThey missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip braThere's science to the way we move, cock two'sAnd walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoesOn this side we on the by by, we buy the rulesSo when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta loseLust for them things that turn women to wivesLive for that shit that determines your street sizeRun with them twins that waters you mother's eyesThat's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighsRaw like peeblo, guns and mink coatsLight up canoes, til titanics I sink shipsLove doing bitches with pink lips, call me PadreTalk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ayDid this straight, bricks ain't largeBricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's largeSipping blue ells, and playing cardsPlus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard[Chorus (2X)]Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggersDare niggas third in my crew, it's known killersModel hoes that blow with hour glass figuresWe live for raw sex and 80 proof liquorsRun, walk, and crawl for catching hot ballsFrom my dogs who take game while smoking lock jawsWhy burn your mouth in the name of cheat talkBe prepared to change your tune by the time my heat sparkAfter dark get your crew for me is a cake walkAnd I love rap records with lots of gun talkIt's day time two both pies on waist sidesCan't trace, I hop back crimson lake sidesI make five which is why y'all hateI got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyesWe wildin out, hang them high, and dry them outI do them type of things y'all niggas is lying boutMy speech is the reason my race is dying outSo I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron outWe rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobsterWe Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop troisIn pasta, look, you wanna be a mobsterOn stage recipient of a nice guyMalicious nigga y'all cats fictitiousWhen the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business[Chorus (2X)]When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain lastSee my life like a movie, inside my brain fastI'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same assWhen I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glassWhen the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain lastSee my life like a movie, inside my brain fastI'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same assWhen I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glassmore