Текст песни MC Eiht - My Life
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[ INTRO ]GyeahWe`re on this smooth shitTakin you back to the old school (westside)GyeahHoo-Bangin in the houseAnd right about nowWe got the real CPT G`s up in hereMc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullestHoo-Bangin to the fullestGyeah[ VERSE 1 ]I once heard don`t forgetWhere you came from , sonAnd if you`re bailin thru ComptonYou better bring a gunCops tryin to set off spots and raid niggasJust cause we some fuckin paid niggasZags and crack that I used to sellTo the swap meet to get my gear and straight bailWhat `ll it be to they lost my lootSo 5-O wants all a blue khaki suitShoot if ya`ll come down the block, static Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automaticTragic is the scene that`s leftBringin the pain like Meth(od Man)The yellow tape means death (boyaa)Steps the fuck off or meet your makerThe Tech 9 will take ya be the back-breakerOut for cash flow the way I was part ofKeep your hood tight nigga don`t get caught upYeah[ CHORUS ]My life , my life , my lifeWith the Tech 9 , come onI said my life , my life , my lifeCheck it out[ VERSE 2 ]I`ve been in the street game since `86With Mc`s on gold D`z takin gangsta flixScreamin : fuck your clitchBitch you best not trickHoo-Bangin these full straps came with clips6 shots is all you get (ping , ping)You better put in workOr scurb or get covered with damn dirtMy mission is the ride for the westAnd make cash and pick of enemiesTryin to trespass , for sho`I ain`t no joke but it ain`t the bluntI light it`s the fuckin gun THAT smoke (boom ,boom)Provoke any nigga that try to stepFools trip Imma show `em Who`s fast from the hipClap you Once cause G`s leave noWitnesses clap twice out the doorSlow with the creep while the neighbour`s asleepStill music to drive-by and I`m N2 deepCome on[ CHORUS ]My life , my life , my lifeWith the Tech 9 , come onMy life , my life , my lifeFuck One-TimeGyeahI said my life , my life , my lifeIn the CPTI said my life , my life , my lifeHoo-Bangin gangstas Check it out[ VERSE 3 ]In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or DeuceReal G`s draggin it low with much juice (gyeah)Loose lips sink ships is what I was toldWhile my bankroll fold I`m leavin your body coldDown the role-road since the B.G.The O.G.`s had me actin crazyLike fightin and blastin cause life ain`t funnyYoung niggas strugglin best get your moneyCreep up in the late night Keep your grip tight lay low outta site And watch the porch lightCause I ain`t got nuttin to loseAnd I ain`t nuttin when I`m dumpin Ya`ll catchin the blues I needs the money and the cola babyDon`t make me react pulls out the strapAnd then clap Hoo-Bangin to the fullestIn Compton is where we`re dwellinIn the WEST where we`re yellinWhile the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide)Come on[ CHORUS ]I said my life , my life , my lifeWith the Tech 9And that`s how we representinTo the fullestWith the real CPT G`sTo the I-N-GAll the way up to South CentralTo all my Hoo-Bangin gangstas in the houseGyeah , that`s how we`re doin itTo the WESTAll day , we don`t playGyeah , come onI said my life , my life , my lifeWith the Tech 9 , come onI said my life , my life , my lifeFuck One-TimeGyeah