The Life

It's a new day in the rap game!Nobody sells records but Shyne Po![Verse 1]My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothinI had the whole tri-state high, nigga I ain't frontinat Fifteen I sold my first bag of dopeused to stick Dominicans, burner under the coatgettin' like 15 grams, a half a Kiat Fifteen man, a nigga just glad to begettin' some shorts, me and my Man from a Hundred and Fifthhe knew some Dominican niggas that wanted a cliqueto hold 'em down, shoot niggas in the headthrow 'em out windows if they were late with the breadbasically I'm enforcinaround heavy coke, when nobody's lookin' I'd be dippin' in the portionthey wasn't missin' itso I got my hustle on the side, flippin' itsellin' like 500 bottles and Nicks, started minorbut I always knew I'd turn a big apple into cider.Niggas...niggas just ain't built like me...stand up niggas...since 15I been servin' fiends and loadin' magazines...takin' shots..burnin' blocks..this ain't no fuckin' rap.[Verse 2]Everything was everything 'till my Man got pinchedhe had a shoot-out with the cops in front of the precinctother than that, I went from enforcer to movin' product, straight whitepowder now, gettin' itthe hardest nigga in the streetmy first car was a 190 Benz with Louie Vaton seatsbuyin' out the bar at the rooftopI had a few spotsone called the jukeboxwhere I was gettin' like 50 a brick2 or 3 bricks a day, makin' mothafuckas sickmy Cousin Ron a crook from the Brook was torchinany niggas whisperin' or talkin' 'bout extortionshit was goin' right and only one betterwhen I got my Italian connect, hittin' me with pure Heroinmoved to 116th, started seein' real dinero thenempire buildin', the shit was takin' flighthad my bitches cuttin' up like 10 Ki's a nightmixin' lactose, Bonita, and QueniiI was the first Black nigga with mafia tiesleased my soul to the Devil with the option to buy.Yo..bangin' for real..niggas is thinkin' rap, I'm thinkin' laundromat..we washin' this money...you think this shit is about rhymes...you'll find yourself under the fuckin' ground...you know?..we get low when the Feds is in town..this is justice..we playin' the pop charts and still lettin' them things pop off...[Verse 3]At 21 I was a legend, had the game transformedcontrollin' manufacturin' and distribution of Heronthroughout the tri-state, high stakesI spent Hundreds of Thou's out of paper bagsyou couldn't name a car I ain't haveevery minute new tagsSeven series to the Five-Sixty drop niggaI was givin' away blocks niggafast cars, fast money, slow deathsthis things of ourshad me doin' a hundred miles an hourthrough the City evadin' the Fedsstarted this shit called the counsel and we all made a pledgenot to fuck each others bitchesor touch each others richeson top or brokenever break this oathevery nigga in the counsel was a bosswe used to put coke on our dick and make bitches suck it offit was alright 'till I got caughtcharged with an Eight-Forty-Eightbehind Marion steel gatesniggas started shittin', actin' bizarredrivin' my cars, fuckin' my broads, breakin' the lawssame niggas I took care of and got money wit' was on some funny shitif I was different I'd snitchwhat would you do if you got Millions with niggas and they had no lovefor ya?couldn't pay for ya lawyerI figured shit, why sit in a cell to rot?I'll be out in Ten, start over againthrow those boys in the pot, but I couldn't do ityou couldn't understand it of you ain't been through itthere's rules to this shit and I couldn't break 'emdeath before dishonor 'till I meet Satan...I know he's waitin'.God forgive me...you've never seen a nigga like me in your life...I'm what these lil' niggas rap about...thats me they talkin' 'bout in they rhymes...I did that time...I flipped that dime...shoot-outs, jet planes, cocaine and automobiles...The Life...love it.