Punk [bad word] [bad word]  get your [bad word] up
 What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you [bad word] [bad word] [bad word] 
 Tupac, Biggie! shut the [bad word] up! [bad word] dogs barking and [bad word] 

 Don't shoot!
 Don't shoot!

 [bad word] You [bad word] #33;

 And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
 They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired
 So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
 Looking to find
 way through the day
 light For the night
 Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people 
 I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life 
 Like what the [bad word] am I doing right?
 (My Life) 

 Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
 Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
 Take me away
 Like I overdosed on cocaine
 Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
 Suicide (Suicide... suicide...)
 I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
 From a block close to where Biggie was [bad word] 
 That was Brooklyn's Jesus
 Shot for no [bad word] #39; reason
 And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life) 
 'Cause that's Jesus people
 And Game, he's the equal
 Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
 Yeah, like Roc-A-Fella needed Sigel
 Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life) 
 I need some meditation, so I can lead my people
 They askin' "Why? " Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
 And why every hood [bad word] feed off evil?
 Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

 And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
 They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired
 So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
 Looking to find
 way through the day
 light For the night
 Dear Lord, done took so many of my people 
 I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life 
 Like what the [bad word] am I doing right?
 (My Life)

 We are not the same, I am a Martian
 So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution... caution)
 You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned em
 And I ain't no preacher but, here's my Erick Sermon
 So eat this Black music, and tell me how it taste now
 And [bad word] Jesse Jackson cos it ain't about race now
 Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
 Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life) 
 [bad word]  I know his momma proud
 And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
Find More lyrics at www [bad word] 
 And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
 Livin' the good life, me [bad word] on common ground
 I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
 Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
 My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
 Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds 

 And I'm grindin' til I'm tired
 They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired
 So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
 Looking to find
 way through the day
 light For the night
 Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people 
 I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life 
 Like what the [bad word] am I doing right?
 (My Life)

 Walk through the gates of [bad word] 
 See my Impala parked in front
 With the high beams on 
 Me and the Devil sharing chronic blunts
 Listening to the "Chronic" album 
 Playing backwards
 Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
 My mind [bad word] up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
 I'm from the city that made you [bad word] afraid of Suge [bad word] ..

 [bad word] ..)
 Made my grandmother pray for good
 It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could 
 (My Life) 
 Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
 It took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
 But it's real niggas like me,