Lirik Lagu Life We Chose - Nas
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[Nas]To my niggaz.. huh..We all we got..Let's hold it down though, y'know?However it's gon' go downThis what we gotta deal with, y'know?Yo..
Chorus: Nas
It's the life we chose, where friends become foesand the dough'll get you killed quicker than you knowThis is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoesand the only way out, is death or goin brokeThis the life we chose, ain't too many happy endingsThat's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in itAnd I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo..(but yo..) this life is the only life I know {*echoes}
[Nas]Uhh, uhh, uhhGold bathtubs, makin love to my QueenGet my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin up greenStatues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wallMy lifestyle's like the Forbes MagazineClosets, full of rockets and submachinesTake this nigga out the projects, and his thug teamYo we cruise past street lights, ill ridesMr. Child both coasts with the most loud toastCalicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyinCause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin with scienceMy enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play itThey never know we enemies until they hear me say itTil they kid's on the phone sayin, "Please daddy pay it"Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavementHigh-class elegance, you respect or you hissYou go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fenceIt's strategic, how these niggaz want you to thinkYou'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleepWhy you stink?Yo these streets don't allow you to blinkYou get showered by lead, comin out with your minkBow ties and tuxedos, bust EaglesDump drugs and acid, then they rush with the RicoIt's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trustYou a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuckAnd you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck
Chorus
[Nas]Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?He wanna stick youWhat's love, you got beef?Nobody rollin wit youWhat's love, you locked up, and your family don't careIs love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoeAnd you don't even let him know, cause you fucked her befo'What's real, when you talk behind a man's backthen you see him and give him dap, now explain that?What's trust, when they seperate your caseWhen you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your faceWhat'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 niggaz don't retaliate?They blaze purple haze with em the next day?God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywireWon't hesitate, I'ma spray fireBut everybody's different, you won't know how you reacttil you in that position, and that's an actual factThe hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck youWho's wrong?Foul all your life, now you 90On your deathbed you regret bein grimyWhat'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 nigga worsewhen he come home to catch another case?Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live itYou did it, heaven or hell or prisonWho knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight upSave up before it's over neighbor, I told yaYou gettin older player, look at those who gave up
Chorus
Chorus: Nas
It's the life we chose, where friends become foesand the dough'll get you killed quicker than you knowThis is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoesand the only way out, is death or goin brokeThis the life we chose, ain't too many happy endingsThat's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in itAnd I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo..(but yo..) this life is the only life I know {*echoes}
[Nas]Uhh, uhh, uhhGold bathtubs, makin love to my QueenGet my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin up greenStatues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wallMy lifestyle's like the Forbes MagazineClosets, full of rockets and submachinesTake this nigga out the projects, and his thug teamYo we cruise past street lights, ill ridesMr. Child both coasts with the most loud toastCalicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyinCause it's hard to fuck around when we dealin with scienceMy enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play itThey never know we enemies until they hear me say itTil they kid's on the phone sayin, "Please daddy pay it"Til they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavementHigh-class elegance, you respect or you hissYou go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fenceIt's strategic, how these niggaz want you to thinkYou'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleepWhy you stink?Yo these streets don't allow you to blinkYou get showered by lead, comin out with your minkBow ties and tuxedos, bust EaglesDump drugs and acid, then they rush with the RicoIt's hard fuckin with niggaz you hope you can trustYou a fool if your main bitch is easy to fuckAnd you've got money - is these hoes greedy or what?Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck
Chorus
[Nas]Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?He wanna stick youWhat's love, you got beef?Nobody rollin wit youWhat's love, you locked up, and your family don't careIs love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoeAnd you don't even let him know, cause you fucked her befo'What's real, when you talk behind a man's backthen you see him and give him dap, now explain that?What's trust, when they seperate your caseWhen you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your faceWhat'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 niggaz don't retaliate?They blaze purple haze with em the next day?God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywireWon't hesitate, I'ma spray fireBut everybody's different, you won't know how you reacttil you in that position, and that's an actual factThe hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck youWho's wrong?Foul all your life, now you 90On your deathbed you regret bein grimyWhat'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 nigga worsewhen he come home to catch another case?Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live itYou did it, heaven or hell or prisonWho knows when your clock'll stop tickin, get your weight upSave up before it's over neighbor, I told yaYou gettin older player, look at those who gave up
Chorus
