(feat. Krook)

[Intro - Kurupt (Krook)]

Yeah, My Life

Kurupt Young Gotti, Why everybody mad

(The life I live) (Yeah..) 

Yeah, Lifes a bitch homie



[Hook - Krook]

Back in the days

Growing up in the hood 

Run-ning those silly streets

Always up to no good 

Were up all night...

And sleep all day

The strangle and find a way to get payed

The life I live...



[Verse 1 - Kurupt]

Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars

Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends

8 feeled with inspiration-16 seperated-17 I graduated

21 I finally made it-hope flows-life driffs-money wastes-blood drips

Learn a little bit, earn a little more

A close mouth don't defend dip behind doors

This is my insurence just to reinsure

Its hard to exist, in this existence

Pistol blazing fifths in this existence

I tra-vel a million miles just so-I can see

A million in one miles, a million in one thousand

Casin', 

and-carry the case just like grates in waist sell fates in my states

Imperial game, help you survive except with the imperial aim

To shoot through clouds, be a little quite 

You just to loud, you need a silencer

You bust to loud



[Hook - Krook]



[Verse 2 - Kurupt]

Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars 

Yeah I remember-Family and friends the way lifes starts and the ways it ends

Broken down-taken up-dropped off-knocked off-grow up-blew up

What now-shut down-shackled, chains singled out blame

Wit-Not enough heart, to stand up for

I ain't got a pistol pointed whatcha hand up for

Gave up lost cars as something we fighting for lost following crowds

Look at a nigga now, it doesn't matter whos wrong or right I guess

Long as you fight for yours with all might I guess

This whole confutation, to much stress

Wars for the wrong reasons how our mamas looking at me

How the hoods looking at me badder-or-good looking at me

Mellowing up the shy day play by me

I'm something ya'll never you wanna grow up to be

Dogg Pound Gangstaz, D-P-G

Sincerely to you paragraph by me

Young Gotti



[Hook - Krook]



[Verse 3 - Kurupt]

Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars

Without-my family and friends the way lifes starts and how they end

What a day, why trip, I've been living to much of my life on the hit

Hop, the 6-4 round the block 

When all the homies use to bang playin it rock

Get ya game together, learn and earn

More abaration and less street concern

A penny sayer, is million in a year

I'll be busting til' theres no feeling in your ear

Moves calculated, 

Just a sneak peek for the homies push mad dogs threads in U-Neek

I don't know why they playing fo', 

I got feeling bout what we-be spaying fo'

Theres a time for everythang, trust me homie

Don't try to over sell me or under cut me homie

Keep it on the run and you'll reach the two

And to all the real homies this ones for you



[Hook - Krook]



[Ending Verse - Kurupt (Krook)]

Yeah money and cars, Life of a gangsta in world of stars

Yeah with-my family and friends its the way lifes starts and the ways they end

(The life I live..)

Yeah, My life (The life I live)

Kurupt Young Gotti (Yeah...)

(The life I live..)

(The life I live)

(The life I live..)

(The life I live)