(feat. The Neptunes)



Uh uh, uh huh

Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)

Yeah, whooo



[Chorus]

Guns n' roses mafia proses

Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes

This is the life, nigga that's the life



[Verse 1]

I wouldn't have it any other way

Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die

Makes me cry some days

Lawless, riding backwards on a one way

De color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch)

Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck

We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up

From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door

They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra

There's science to the way we move, cock two's

And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes

On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules

So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose

Lust for them things that turn women to wives

Live for that shit that determines your street size

Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes

That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs

Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats

Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships

Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre

Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay

Did this straight, bricks ain't large

Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large

Sipping blue ells, and playing cards

Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard



[Chorus (2X)]



Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers

Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers

Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures

We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors

Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls

From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws

Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk

Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark

After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk

And I love rap records with lots of gun talk

It's day time two both pies on waist sides

Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides

I make five which is why y'all hate

I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes

We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out

I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying bout

My speech is the reason my race is dying out

So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out

We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster

We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois

In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster

On stage recipient of a nice guy

Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious

When the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business



[Chorus (2X)]



When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last

See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast

I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass

When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass

When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last

See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast

I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass

When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass