Yeah, see I remember, how it all be-gan

I used to slang dirty raps to my P.A. fans

And back then, I knew you couldn't stop this flow

No other MC around can go like I go

I brought the new style in and the bass it got crunker

I bought me a slab and now I'm a pop trunker

Do I wanna rap or swang on 4's

Your brother's comin down slammin Cadillac do's

People tellin me that it's just my time

They know it's UGK for life and I get down for mine

14 on the mic and you never seen me play

Big big chain and comin straight up outta P.A.

Quote out the Texas, the land of the trill

And fuck your diamonds man these boys done put a gun to your grill

It's Bun Beeda, you know that I be reppin mayne

See we done said it befo', but we gon' say it agayn

Life is...





Too $hort don't you agree?

While I'm livin my life, don't fuck with me

(Life is...) too short, whippin the slab

Comin down blowin sweets and hurtin hoes on the ave



I've been crushin these niggaz, me and Bun B

Been a legend since 1993

Gimme thirty thousand and I'll serve ya some heat

I'll write your rhymes, sang the hook, and I'll make ya a beat

I used to dream about this shit, now my money is legit

Ain't no mo' ridin up that ten with that shit tryin to win

I let the young whippersnapper take all the risks

They'll serve a nigga dope and now it's all on a disk

Keep a bad yella bitch and a thick young brown (brown)

Top dropped down when I'm ridin through the town (town)

Y'all call 'em trues (trues) we call 'em Vogues (Vogues)

They call 'em shorties (shawty) we call 'em hoes (hoes)

Y'all niggaz behind still playin wit'cha nose

I got two matchin Bentleys just bought me a Rolls

My momma drive a BM and my gul got a Benz

Watchin life through my rearview I see haters in my lens

Life is...









Life is too short, that's what I always say

We wasn't homies last week so don't call me today

I ain't got nuttin for you, can't loan you shit

Don't you hate when broke niggaz be on yo' dick~?!

I can make a lot of money, I know I can

But the mo' I make, the mo' I spend

Lot of cash in my pockets just to show my friends

I can put it in the bank to buy fo' mo' rims

For my fo' do' Benz, with the royal blue paint

Sometimes you wanna quit, but you know you cain't

You gotta keep hustlin or you lose it all

If you choose to ball you pay your dues and fall

I said fuck bein broke, if I gotta sell coke

I'ma rock the shit up and raise hell with my folks

I'll be posted on the block, at night I gotta get mine

I'll pimp hoes and I do white collar crimes

Cause life is...









Now life is to some people unbearable

They tellin on they homeboys and that's terrible

Was it way too much time or nothin big

Cause if you tell on us, we'll be splittin your wig

Now my freedom is to me my main asset

So I'ma keep it 100, and give like I get

Chill at the Ponderosa and smoke that good

I'm tryin to get rich while I rep for the hood

See everybody's got that same old dream

Of big cars, bad bitches and a mountain of cream

Drive a brand new Bentley, Benzo or a Beem

But ain't none of that worth tellin on yo' team

It's on you homeboy, so what'chu gon' do

You need to take my advice and stop snitchin fool

Or you can close yo' ears, and run yo' mouth

But when they catch you homeboy you'll soon find out

Life is...