| [33 second intro] | |
| {*Troutman-esque sample says "Liiiiiive my liiife"*} | |
| [Murs] | |
| Born March '78, Feco and Carmone the Mid-City L.A | |
| Okay Liquor was on the corner | |
| Basically raised on rap, found ways to adapt | |
| To every new hood I moved to, so way before "Colors" came out | |
| We knew the differences between red and blue | |
| Back then, my whole crew all, played Pop Warner football | |
| From tiny mites to pee-wees, we'd be tight | |
| Until we moved to the Valley, neighborhoods was all white | |
| Only blacks on the block, can't count amounts of times | |
| Somebody got socked for callin me out my name | |
| But I still came up on game where I first learned to slang herb | |
| And arranged words into the form of rhymes | |
| But, times got rough | |
| Moms wasn't tryin to see me and my stepdad, throw fisticuffs | |
| So we moved back, to the M-C, and that shit bent me | |
| But it made my raps tighter, and so did my hustle | |
| And after my first hustle I was brought back to reality | |
| And reminded, respect didn't come, automatically | |
| So I earned mine, learned my claim | |
| Got some beadies for my stress and graffiti for my name | |
| Ditchin school everyday just to kick it at the crib | |
| Bein a bad-ass kid | |
| But the older that you get the more you're watchin how you live | |
| [26 second interlude] | |
| {*Troutman-esque sample says "Liiiiiive my liiife"*} | |
| [Murs] | |
| Now I claim a Legend, that's a lot to be Living up to | |
| I dedicate my every word, to my niggas who know how I feel | |
| When yo' momma say she givin up on you | |
| My luck was like that twenty-two, CATCH | |
| Cause what I wanted from life, and what I got didn't match | |
| Lack of scratch got me itchin to hit licks | |
| But now I watch the lil' homies and realize I'm too old for that shit | |
| That be on my mind, when I'm on my way to the train | |
| When you're livin in Oakland, with L.A. on the brain | |
| Too much anger to be contained, so the rap's my only outlet | |
| Feelin like the deck was stacked against me since the outset | |
| Niggas from my hood lookin at me like "Yo shit ain't out yet~!?" | |
| But only if they knew how much patience it takes | |
| When you got a book full of headline stories, just waitin to break | |
| But when we do interrupt your normal schedule of events | |
| The shit will be so bomb, a threat to national defense | |
| Too late, to mount the counter-assault, but thus far | |
| I've focused four years of my life on infiltration of the Walkman | |
| For domination of the asphault | |
| Doin what the fuck I want, while these bitch niggas talk | |
| .. Y'know, run your mouth all you want | |
| Doin what the fuck I want, but while you bitch niggas talk I'll | |
| [22 second interlude] | |
| {*Troutman-esque sample says "Liiiiiive my liiife"*} | |
| [Murs] | |
| I mean shit it's a nice world if I was to actually believe | |
| Everything they tellin me, but I know better than that shit | |
| So I'm out to get a little scratch and that Spice Girl, Melanie B | |
| You see, no great expectations | |
| Just out to enjoy this shit until my date of expiration | |
| Hopin my ass will age like fine wine | |
| Cause there's so much to do, and such little time | |
| So I'll be damned if I waste my days, for minimum wage | |
| As a slave, or have some professor that's overpaid | |
| Control the way that I behave | |
| Afraid of commitment homey, I think not | |
| Cause I'm committed to these beadies and this music | |
| Cause it's all that I got | |
| Cancer and some answers to some questions posed to oneself | |
| And recited in the hopes they felt by someone else | |
| But this five dollar ring on my hand stamps out the reminder | |
| You can't always have, everything that you want | |
| Cause rejection hurt like a motherfucker nigga I won't front | |
| Heart broke like my pockets and dreams | |
| So now I'm on the hunt to see if it's possible | |
| To fix three things at once, while I | |
| [16 second interlude] | |
| {*Troutman-esque sample says "Liiiiiive my liiife"*} | |
| [Beat by itself to the fade of the song] |