Necro

Necro - Our Life lyrics

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(feat. Ill Bill)



Yo...

Don't make me flip on you

Actually you can't make me do nothing

I might decide to



I used to mush thugs

And now I push drugs

I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug

Used to show me his guns

Ain't a cat that knows where ya son

Remember violence at only one

I used to watch my pops untreat a girl

And beef with the world

He had a bone to pick

That's why my dome was sick

It rubbed off on me

Because the apple don't fall far from the tree g

You cats keep your distance

Cause your scared I might flip in an instant

When I was filled with innocence

I was still committing sins

Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon

I shove a knife in your grin

I run with convicts who stick up kids

That'll rob you for six bucks bitch

We flip right before you expect it

Because 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, back since 2 o'clock 10

In case, one in ya face is the only option



Necro with Ill Bill

Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill

Gun up in your grill

And you screaming chill, chill

Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled

This is our life, our life



Necro with Ill Bill

Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill

Gun up in your grill

And you screaming chill, chill

Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled

This is our life, our life



Aiyyo, I grew up in the motherfucking projects

My moms says if my pop left

We would have to get a sectionade apartment

The rest cheap, I see decepticons at least

Ten deep, run up on me flipping, wanna set beef

That was some faggot shit, me and my borough

For rent for do-lo

The only 2 white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo

I fought every day, beefed with a hundred cats

Right before I started sold drugs and busting caps

Right before I bust my first nut, I love to rap

At 10 years old is when I first started to fuck with that

Everyone else in my PJ's knew I was black

I kept it to myself, continued to defy my ?class?

I used to buy my mother a milk jug and spike that

You fight with me, I was the type of cat to fight back

I lace you with a broken nose, holding the ice pack

Wife black, Puerto Rican's, we was poor, it was wack

My mom's tried her best

I never graduated high school I learned to pump drugs and pack 9's instead

Became one of those violent heads

Have you on a respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead



Necro with Ill Bill

Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill

Gun up in your grill

And you screaming chill, chill

Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled

This is our life, our life



Necro with Ill Bill

Walk around life - murder, murder, kill, kill

Gun up in your grill

And you screaming chill, chill

Didn't have ?your steer? now you get your cap peeled

This is our life, our life
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Language: English

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