[Sara in background saying welcome]



                      [Fred/Miami]



                      This Crazy



                      I'm Thankful



                      Yea



                      Welcome Welcome

                    [Ness]



                      Life is what you make it 



                      you gotta put in hard work



                      yea cant let nobody hold you down baby

                    [Verse 1 (Ness)]



                      hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord



                      locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods



                      writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes 



                      about tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind



                      white collared criminals climb the corporate ladder



                      while niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack



                      riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season



                      itz a setup hypothetically speakin



                      even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding



                      drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him



                      my mom got grey hairs from worrying sick 



                      and my sister got a house now pushing a stick



                      just a lil something to get her from a to b



                      ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me 



                      wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death



                      my little brother nick i guess he'z loving whatz left

                    [Chorus (Sara)]



                      Life is what u make it 



                      though it may sound basic



                      going through some bad times 



                      while were faithful for the goodtimes yea



                      though we must build up tha strength to carry on 



                      welcome to my world



                      welcome welcome 

                    [Verse 2 (Fred)]



                      I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door



                      i looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke



                      and at tha time i really needed his dough



                      but i know the rules



                      you never sell crack where you rest at 



                      cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at



                      in my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at 



                      found ou ti aint dead give dem a spot to rest at 



                      i found out bout there spot had to go and x that 



                      my eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man 



                      i think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson



                      i carry loads at times even though it get stressin



                      i remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing 



                      i couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition 



                      tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business

                    [Chorus (Sara)]



                      Life is what u make it 



                      though it may sound basic



                      going through some bad times 



                      while were faithful for the goodtimes yea



                      though we must build up tha strength to carry on 



                      welcome to my world



                      welcome welcome 

                    [Verse 3 (Babs)]



                      High heads and high school dropouts 



                      little girlz wit there stomachs popped out 



                      i seen it all 



                      niggaz stretched out by tha corner store 



                      life nomore 



                      dont think small im getting focused 



                      in tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin



                      while niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata



                      my moms make paper but cheat wit her cash



                      ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad



                      so i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka



                      100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt



                      still tryna get a deal on tha side



                      battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried 



                      alot of niggaz wanna see me shine



                      but i still got tha lanes laggin behind



                      hatin on mine itz nothin



                      imma get to tha top regardless 



                      got love for female rappers but think im tha hardest 

                    [Chorus (Sara)]



                      Life is what u make it 



                      though it may sound basic



                      going through some bad times 



                      while were faithful for the goodtimes yea



                      though we must build up tha strength to carry on 



                      welcome to my world



                      welcome welcome 

                    [Repeat Chorus 2x]