Our Life (feat. Necro) (исполнитель: Ill Bill)
Yo, don't make me flip on you. actually you can't make me do nothing... i might decide to. Necro: I used to mush thugs and now i push [bad word] I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug. he used to show me his guns ain't a cat that knows me as son remember violence the only one i used to watch how my pops would treat a girl and beef with the world he had a bone to pick that's why my dome was sick [bad word] off on me cos the apple dont fall far from the tree, g you cats keep your distance cos your scared i might flip in a instance when i was filled with innocence i was [bad word] sins half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon i'll shove a knife in your grin [bad word] with convicts and stick up kids that will rob you for 6 bucks [bad word] we flip right before you expect it cuz we were neglected as children now we're hectic we shot men and we rob gems i seen cats that used to clock me now i clock them got easier access to a glock ten in case one in your face is the only option. x2 Necro and Ill Bill walk around like murder murder, kill kill gun up in ur grill now u screamin chill chill didn't have ur steele now u get ur cap peeled this is our life (our life) Ill Bill: ayo i grew up in the [bad word] projects my mom says since my pop left we had to get a section 8 apparment the rents cheap i see decepticons at least 10 [bad word] up on me flippin wanna set beef that was some [bad word] [bad word] me and my brother ran for dolo the only two white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo i fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats way before i sold [bad word] and started bustin caps way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap at ten years old is when i first started to [bad word] with that everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black i kept it to myself continued to define my [bad word] i used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat you [bad word] wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak i lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack whites black portarikins we was poor it was wack my mom tried her best i never graduated high school i learned to pump [bad word] and pack knives instead became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator even though the doctor know your mind is dead x2 Necro and Ill Bill walk around like murder murder, kill kill gun up in ur grill now u screamin chill chill didn't have ur steele now u get ur cap peeled this is our life, our life This is Our Life!