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Correct The Life (feat. Pharoahe Monch) Lyrics
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Correct The Life (feat. Pharoahe Monch)
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F/ Pharoahe Monch [Styles talking] My life... Pharoahe Monch... Ayatollah... Holiday Styles... Double are... Rawkus Records... Pharoahe talk to 'em... Let 'em try to understand... Let 'em try... Let 'em try now... [Chorus: Pharoahe] My life is all I have My rhymes, my pen, my pad And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me What you say now, won't budge me Cuz where I come from, so often People you grew up with, layin in a coffin But I done made it through the pain in spite It's my time now, my world, my life My life... [Styles] Is based on, lightin blunts, loadin guns Tellin my lawyers to get the case gone I need the bills that the presidents got they face on So I can switch my residence - get a truck and a Lex Fuck a check, I no longer have to wait for 'em I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends I light a blunt cuz never will the struggle end So you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it, you ain't in the role So you really can't budge a nigga - you oughta love a nigga For the fact that it's my world and my life but still I'm a rugged nigga They say you buggin nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin nigga You talkin bullshit then kick it with another nigga I got a bigger bed and I need a cover nigga And I ain't got friends - I got enemies So if they with me, then that means they my brother niggaz [Chorus: Pharoahe] [Styles] Is a blunt to the head, a prayer for the dead Run around hustlin, scared of the feds They said death is eternal sleep But the only thing is you ain't really sure if you prepared for the bed So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money They got big momma hurtin instead My life is makin the verse - but the handcuffs The bullpens, the jail cells is makin it worse Tell mom I don't go to the church - tell Haq I don't' go to Mosque I blow blunts, hold guns, and I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march I play the part, and my heart seem colder than March But on the flipside of things, it's still warmer than June I have talks with the Lord and he'll be callin me soon, what And my life is all I have - my family, my niggaz, my flow, my grabs what [Chorus: Pharoahe] - 2X My life... My life... My life... My life...
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