Life We Chose (Clean Version)

Life We Chose (Clean Version)

Nas

[Nas]
To my n****z.. huh..
We all we got..
Let's hold it down though, why'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with, why'know?
Yo..

[Chorus]
It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out, is death or goin broke
This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy n****z in it
And I'll admit it, this life is f***ed up but yo..
(but yo..) this life is the only life I know {*echoes}

[Nas]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Gold bathtubs, makin love to my Queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall

My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine
Closets, full of rockets and submachines
Take this n**** out the projects, and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides

Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast
Calicos roast why'all folks, keep why'all dyin
'Cause it's hard to f*** around when we dealin with science
My enemies got money, so why'all should watch how I play it

They never know we enemies until they hear me say it
'Til they kid's on the phone sayin, "Please daddy pay it"
'Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-cla** elegance, you respect or you hiss

You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence
It's strategic, how these n****z want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo these streets don't allow you to blink

You get showered by lead, comin out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles
Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard f***in with n****z you hope you can trust

You a fool if your main b**** is easy to f***
And you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
S*** is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He want to stick you
What's love, you got beef?
Nobody rollin wit you

What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, cause you f***ed her befo'

What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?
What's trust, when they separate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face

What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he's fam'?
What's trust, when you get bust, your n****z don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with em the next day?

God forbid one of my n****z get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire
But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
'Til you in that position, and that's an actual fact

The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy

What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he's old enough to bust slugs?
Then what's jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a n**** worse
When he come home to catch another case?

Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin older player, look at those who gave up

[Chorus]

Written by LEWIS, LESHAN / WESLEY, FRED A. JR. / JONES, NASIR
Published by Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing, A SIDE MUSIC LLC

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