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M.O.P.

"This Life"

[Verse 1:]
Sour pills, hash flour
Around with my gun c*ck
I’m movin by the hour
Hand on the steering wheel
Ice in my [?]
Call my n*ggas up
Tell em on my way to Ottawa
[?] rose and patron
Sprinkle coke all over the table
Get these hoes in the zone
It ain’t nothin on TV if i’m watchin The Throne
You gon see me with a bad b*tch that I ain’t boned
Two rugas, razor on the sharp and the krugers
Buck fifty to the face
Make rappers quit like Mase
Been movin coke for years
And I ain’t even catch a case
Lox is OGs and ain’t no nobody take her place
I seen n*ggas come and go
Now they wearin skinny jeans all tight
Lookin gay at their show
I got keys like a janitor
Bandana, ridin on these n*ggas
Let me ask you
What’s f*ckin with Canada

[Chorus:]
You ain’t never been about this life
You ain’t never been about this game
You a f*ckin b*tch
Yea we hustle every day and night
Me and you know we’re not the same
You can suck my di*k
f*ck you and your b*tch ass crew
What the f*ck are you gonna do
Man you won’t do sh*t
You ain’t never been about this life
You ain’t never been about this game
You’re a f*ckin b*tch

[Verse 2:]
True story dog
[?]
b*tch I need to see gwap
Find me at the weed spot
f*ckin with these street cops
The street’s hot
So I keep the pumps just like Reeboks
Watch eagles swoop down
All these little peac*cks
When we drop the streets pop
So homie please stop
Thinkin that you hot
When you not, cause we got
The street on lock
Like D Block, f*ck a detox
When the heat pops through ya
Face like [?]
Call it a light dose
Move away like lipo
With this tight flow
I might, go a little psycho
And cut your f*ckin ear off like
Like reservoir dogs
f*ck what you heard
Just check the repertoire ya’ll
We get it on
[?]
On that kill or be killed
That’s why we comin on strong
We keep it comin, keep it gunnin
Cookin on top of the oven
If you want somethin for nothin
Get the step because we run this

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I’m headlining you the guest appearance
The question here is why the f*ck is you rappin
I don’t respect your lyrics
A couple punches but the rest generic
I just inherit everythin I learned from Pac
To resurrect his spirit
The throne is mine b*tch you ain’t gettin near it
Cause what you sayin on your records makes me laugh, hysteric-lee
We two n*ggas, a necessity
Especially, I crack a blunt like open sesame
I got the recipe
Trust me dude I doubt that’s somethin you're accustomed to
My lust for luda has got me robbin drug dealers and prostitutes
I’m off my rocker, call the doctor
I got lots to conquer
Mama always said that life was often like a box a chocolates
I’m still puffin that sticky budge, just to pick me up
I’m sick as f*ck
Of course you puke and urine through sippy cups
I had enough bodies
But you can catch first
You haven’t heard or seen a massacre that’s even happened worst

[Chorus]

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