Uhh.. this is life (this is life)

This is what I know (this what I know)

So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life)

Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X)

One more road to cross

One more risk to take

Gotta live my life

like there's one more move to make


I'm up at like 6 AM to check this nigga

He work the nightshift and I gots to check them figures

Knock on his door peoples talkin bout, "He ain't there,"

but the house is packed, shit I know he here somewhere

See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get by

Just make sure you gettin by don't FUCK with you gettin mine

Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then

Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippin

won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you that

I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packs

and run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up North

and you out a week later? That's bullshit!

I bust off, I need this dough

Fuck you think I'm here for my health?

I need this wealth, because I feed myself

You play with my life, when you play with my money

Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funny



Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month now

with me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it down

I got four people on the inside, one stay in the back

Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacks

Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we ask

for the dough they know that we takin all three bags

Now see that? You gotta hear em shoot that nigga

Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that nigga

Hardhead motherfuckers always get it

I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did it

Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the back

Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flat

This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mans

Couldn't control what was in his hands

I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of there

Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of there



Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comes

That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbs

Somethin little becomes somethin major

Niggaz gettin blown up like a pager

Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soul

Took control of hurt, why must Earl Simmons, swim in dirt?

I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptized

Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibes

Ryde, when I Die, straight down, but I'm plottin

We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten?

I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devil

Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovel

The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivin

FUCK what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivin

Alive and goin through it, but I made my bed

So now it's in these flames that I, lay my head

Chorus 2X

Written by Simmons, Earl / Dean, Kasseem
Published by Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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