Nas - Life We Chose Lyrics
[nas]To my niggaz.. huh..We all we got..Lets hold it down though, yknow?However its gon go downThis what we gotta deal with, yknow?Yo..Chorus: nasIts the life we chose, where friends become foesAnd the doughll 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, aint too many happy endingsThats why there aint too many happy niggaz in itAnd Ill admit it, this life is *****ed 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 lifestyles 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 yall folks, keep yall dyinCause its hard to ***** around when we dealin with scienceMy enemies got money, so yall should watch how I play itThey never know we enemies until they hear me say itTil they kids on the phone sayin, please daddy pay itTil they brains on the floor, mixed on the pavementHigh-class elegance, you respect or you hissYou go against youd rather piss on an electrical fenceIts strategic, how these niggaz want you to thinkYoud be surprised, whod be the one to put you to sleepWhy you stink? yo these streets dont 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 ricoIts hard *****in with niggaz you hope you can trustYou a fool if your main ***** is easy to *****And youve got money - is these hoes greedy or what?Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin you stuckChorus[nas]Uhh, whats love when you dont give your man enough dough?He wanna stick youWhats love, you got beef?Nobody rollin wit youWhats love, you locked up, and your family dont careIs love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?Whats real, when you know your mans girl is a hoeAnd you dont even let him know, cause you *****ed her befoWhats real, when you talk behind a mans backThen you see him and give him dap, now explain that?Whats trust, when they seperate your caseWhen you at your court date, your co-de, cant look in your faceWhats trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?And he never crossed you, but you claimin hes fam?Whats trust, when you get bust, your niggaz dont retaliate?They blaze purple haze with em the next day?God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, ima go haywireWont hesitate, ima spray fireBut everybodys different, you wont know how you reactTil you in that position, and thats an actual factThe hearts of men change as time goes on, whos wrong?You was hungry when you stuck duke, he came back to buck youWhos wrong? foul all your life, now you 90On your deathbed you regret bein grimyWhats lust, a bust nut? whats a thug?A ghetto child raised around drugs, til hes old enough to bust slugs?Then whats jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worseWhen he come home to catch another case?Lifes about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live itYou did it, heaven or hell or prisonWho knows when your clockll stop tickin, get your weight upSave up before its over neighbor, I told yaYou gettin older player, look at those who gave upChorus
