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    Kurupt

    The Life

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    (feat. El Drex)
    [Kurupt & El Drex]
    Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, ka-dick
    Sub Drex (uh yeah, one two)
    Mmm, haha, yeah we headed up there baby
    Skys the limit (yeah)
    Way up in the sky
    Once in a lifetime
    You only get one chance, one chance
    (You like that shit)
    One chance to dance
    And then its over
    [Kurupt:]
    Check it, from catchin buses and cabs
    Pen and pads in the lav
    Sippin genuine drafts and no cash
    I aint the first and Ill be damned if Im the last
    Roosevelt drive, clay courts from Cliffs to AZ
    [El Drex:]
    Aiyyo wassup how you feel Me Im chill
    But Im still tryin to make a mill Inside Sharon Hill
    From where I stand I see its time to expand
    To foreign lands for hundreds of grands and white sands
    [Kurupt:]
    You know its about that time
    Niggaz set and prepare your rhymes
    Start off and a little after nine, bump n grind
    Sexual, young intellectual
    With a whole lot of life to live, just a child
    [El Drex:]
    Its 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
    You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit
    I wouldnt break bad if you come from out of town
    Cuz Im down by law and Im from Tha Deuce Pound
    [Chorus:]
    Having to survive living in the life
    Got to stay alive living in the life
    Have to survive
    Living in the life
    [El Drex:]
    Yo, so how you want it, you want silence or violence
    Plus, me and my crew shine like the N on New Balance
    The most talent where girls fly
    They hopin champagne gets pop and it dont stop
    These jealous cat cut Gs keroodle with top
    We can cruise the city block like yachts
    Yall niggaz worse than the cops
    [Kurupt:]
    Before I smoke, I tote my first tote
    A fool or here sneakin young bulls red bulls
    Me K-I-D, the elite MC
    From the hill, got my top chopped by a tree
    On the hill, too young to flare one
    Its all about rhymes and fair ones
    Show me the mic and bust like a flair gun
    Dont shove me or push me, I give sucka punches
    Now whats the deal
    [El Drex:]
    You sucka cats be wildin and wanna fool now
    And pull the tool now Why cant we keep it on the cool now
    I make a new route to get my crew out My peeps no doubt
    And then when school out, it probably when the albums due out
    And when you see me, the cream from my pocket ooze out
    Forever player and winner and never lose out
    [Kurupt (El Drex):]
    Tell me do you remember (Yeah, I remember back when)
    When Conway Park (Yeah, I remember back then)
    Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun begins (Next week, instead of then)
    And Im be sneakin again
    See back in the day, it was all about flows
    Coolin out the T-la rock and mic stroll
    I go next door to see my nigga Man Bang
    Sneak in the basement, couple sips of Ing Bing
    I feel all right, I could rock all night
    No plots and schemes, just million dollar dreams
    Money like a mothafucka Homie gimme mines paid
    I come stompin like a parade, the escapade
    Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole carton of mushrooms
    We clear sight, the day lights like the night
    A closet full of Franklins, a Gs paradise
    A nice 40 ounce of O-E on ice
    Precise poetical poltergeist on mics
    [El Drex:]
    Well, its the El baby, baby The El baby baby
    The one that rocks you so well baby baby
    Many brains I feed, another thought conceive
    Yes indeed Drex ya heed will make yo body bleed
    The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin like weeds
    Money stash from crack, you cant determine the speed
    Im a rap fiend, they gleams like the head of Carene
    Im extreme but never fade like acid jeans, I mean
    I see more green than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya
    Stay tough like armadilgas and thats on the for real-a
    Pop dukes will call me killer casualties with ease
    The world will spend a million Gs savin dyin MCs
    Now you got mad love for Shahi Raffi
    Im in knee deep and peace the bull and meet me
    Kurupt: To my nigga Kel El, Escoball, what all up in this piece
    [Chorus: (to end with Kurupt talking)]
    El Drex: 2-5-2-5 little town of shit
    You can call a Sharon Hill and a dogg be town shit
    I wouldnt break bad if you come from out of town
    Cuz Im down by law and Im from Tha Deuce Pound
    Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound Deuce Pound
    A town with no recreation
    And when we grab the mic We formally rock the nation
    [ The Life Lyrics ]
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