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lirik lagu grits - my life be like (rapmusichd remix)

[intro]
my life be like
ooh~aah (yeah)
ooh~ooh, my life be like (yeah)
ooh~aah, ooh~aah (yeah)
ooh~ooh
ooh~aah (yeah)
ooh~ooh, my life be like (yeah)
ooh~aah, ooh~aah (yeah)
ooh~ooh, my life be like

[chorus]
it’s times like these that make me say
lord, if you see me please come my way (my life be like)
leaving bread crumbs for when i stray
rely on sacrifice and the price you paid (my life be like)
feel me like a fingertip (fa~finger tip, fa~finger tip)
sometimes i fall, i slip (yeah, yeah)
my heartfelt desire: be more like you
try not to quench your fire with the things i do (my life be like)

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
“let burn” came on, “let burn” came on
hot sauce all in our top ramen, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
park the car, then we start rhymin’, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
the only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind, free our mind)
then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (see dollar signs, see dollar signs)
you lookin’ like an easy come~up, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
a silver spoon, i know you come from, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)
and that’s a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew, we never knew)
go at a reverend for the revenue
it go halle berry or hallelujah
pick your poison, tell me what you doin’
everybody gon’ respect the shooter
but the one in front of the gun lives forever
(the one in front of the gun, forever)
and i been hustlin’ all day, this~a~way, that~a~way
through c~n~ls and alleyways, just to say
money trees is the perfect place for shade
and that’s just how i feel

[verse 2: 50 cent]
go, go, go, 50 in the house, bounce
y’all already know what i’m about
the flow sound sick over dre drums, n~gga
i ain’t stupid, i say doc then my doe come quicker, whoa!
shorty hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic
i watch her, i’m like, “bounce that ass, girl”
i get it crump in here, i make it jump in here
front in here, we’ll thump in here, oh!
so gutter, so ghetto, so hood
so gully, so grimey, what’s good
outside the benz on dubs, i’m in the club with the snub
don’t start nothing, there won’t be nothing, uhh (one, two, three, let’s go!)
lil mama, show me how you move it
go ‘head, put your back into it
do your thing like it ain’t nothing to it
shake, sh~sh~shake that ass, girl!

[verse 3: eazy~e]
aw yeah, let’s take a trip
just sit back and light a spliff with this and don’t slip
on a funky~dope track jump back
strapped with a fat boota sack and a ’78 lac
come clean, gangsta lean, i got green
but i serve dubs like it ain’t no thing
i hang with og playaz don’t set trip
or you might get what we call the rat pack
i don’t slack when it come to street
i kick real g~funk to a gangsta beat
it’s so sweet, when you got money to spend
i got a proper big tilt and a fly~back benz
i make ends, spend my dough i’m no foe
that’s how it is, and that’s how it goes
act like you know when i creep real slow
givin’ love to them playaz that i know is real g’s
[chorus]
it’s times like these that make me say
lord, if you see me please come my way (my life be like)
leaving bread crumbs for when i stray
rely on sacrifice and the price you paid (my life be like)
feel me like a fingertip (fa~finger tip, fa~finger tip)
sometimes i fall, i slip (yeah, yeah)
my heartfelt desire: be more like you
try not to quench your fire with the things i do (my life be like)

[verse 4: eminem]
now, i would never diss my own mama just to get recognition
take a second to listen ‘fore you think this record is dissin’
but put yourself in my position, just try to envision
witnessin’ your mama poppin’ prescription pills in the kitchen
b~tchin’ that someone’s always goin’ through her purse and sh~t’s missin’
goin’ through public housing systems, victim of münchausen’s syndrome
my whole life i was made to believe i was sick when i wasn’t
’til i grew up, now i blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn’t it?
wasn’t it the reason you made that cd for me, ma?
so you could try to justify the way you treated me, ma?
but guess what, you’re gettin’ older now, and it’s cold when you’re lonely
and nathan’s growin’ up so quick, he’s gonna know that you’re phony
and hailie’s gettin’ so big now, you should see her, she’s beautiful
but you’ll never see her, she won’t even be at your funeral (ha~ha!)
see, what hurts me the most is you won’t admit you was wrong
b~tch, do your song, keep tellin’ yourself that you was a mom!
but how dare you try to take what you didn’t help me to get?!
you selfish b~tch, i hope you f~ckin’ burn in h~ll for this sh~t!
remember when ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? (hehe)
well, guess what? i am dead—dead to you as can be!

[verse 5: 2pac]
murderous mind state, can’t keep my 9 straight
sippin’ on this hennessy, waitin’ for the time to break
show up and motherf~ckers bow down, recognize
westside, death row, outlaw ridaz
untouchable mob of pistol packers
well~known felons, labelled for drug~sellin’ merciless jackers
forever buzzed, roll with thugs and dogs
commence to lettin’ off rounds then escape in the fog
who wanna see me solo? catch makaveli while he’s sleepin’
my mini~14 murderin’ n~ggas while they creepin’
uh, duck or you ass out, drink ’til you pass out
ain’t scared to die, drunk drivin’ in my glasshouse
n~ggas is under me, they b~tches come to me
they heard the stories, n~gga, now they wanna really see
“bomb first” my motto, it’s fully guaranteed
n~ggas is playa haters, label them my enemies—

[verse 6: the notorious b.i.g.]
i know how it feel to wake up f~cked up
pockets broke as h~ll, another rock to sell
people look at you like you’s the user
selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
but they don’t know about your stress~filled day
baby on the way, mad bills to pay
that’s why you drink tanqueray, so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn’t livin so devilish, sssh~t
i remember i was just like you
smokin’ blunts with my crew, flippin over 62’s
’cause g.e.d. wasn’t b~i~g
i had to get p~a~i~d, that’s why my mom’s hate me
she was forced to kick me out, no doubt
then i figured out l!cks went for twenty down south
packed up my tools for my raw power move
glock nineteen for casket and flower moves

[verse 7: dr. dre]
back when cube was rollin’ with lorenzo in a benzo
i was bangin’ with a gang of instrumentals
got the pens and pencils, got down to business
but sometimes, the business end of this sh~t can turn your friends against you
but you was a real n~gga, i could sense it in you
i still remember the window of the car that you went through
that’s f~cked up – but i’ll never forget the sh~t we been through
and i’ma do whatever it takes to convince you
’cause you my n~gga, doc; and eazy, i’m still wit’ you
f~ck the beef, n~gga, i miss you, and that’s just being real wit’ you
you see, the truth is, everybody wanna know how close me and snoop is
and who i’m still cool with
then, i got these fake~ass n~ggas i first blew with
claimin’ they non~violent, talkin’ like they— (do not resist the beat)
spit venom in interviews, speakin’ on reunions
move units, then talk sh~t, and we can do this
until then, i ain’t even speakin’ your name
just keep my name out of your mouth, and we can keep it the same, n~gga
it ain’t that i’m too big to listen to the rumors
it’s just that i’m too d~mn big to pay attention to ’em

[verse 8: snoop dogg]
i was chillin’ (chillin’) right around my way (way)
21st, east side of the beach
this motherf~cker ran up on me
talkin’ sh~t with his homies like he was a straight g
askin’ where i’m from while he runnin’ up
g~ngb~ng my set on e’ry one of ’em (20’s, n~gga, 20’s)
some things, sons, they just won’t change
fools don’t respect nuttin’ but the g~ngb~ng (bang)
what’s seen is what’s saw, dogg is the law
i have you n~ggas runnin’ like a marathon
lil’ g’s tryna creep on the east with it
talkin’ ’bout they gon’ get my chain and they gon’ leave with it (mm)
but they don’t know once they get close
it’s tic~tac~toe, three motherf~ckers laid on the floor (watch out)
yeah, this happened yesterday
on the west they spray, i heard a ese say, he said

[verse 9: xzibit]
i’m on a path not taken by the average man
black sedan my way through pitfalls and scams
let the whole world know about this likwit camp
programmed to ignite on site
so now i’m standing in a whole new light (whole new light)
in an area where n~ggas ain’t tryin to fight (tryin to fight)
i feel my jaw get tight (jaw get tight)
it’s like these n~ggas get pumped up, and l!ck shots
at you and yours, plus the motherf~ckin’ cops
we got, blocks and blocks of non~stop hustle
21 backdrop, it’s my turn to shuffle
stay alert, little p~ssy on the side can’t hurt
wear protection from the heat so i don’t get burnt
i got no time to be a star…
i go straight from the car to the bar, and then get busy
whenever provoked, i react like bill bixby
incredible heat, x~to the~z and the infamous mobb deep
take it to the street
don’t waste my time (waste my time)
trying to disrespect me in your half~assed rhyme
that ass is mine
been going down like this since the beginning of time

[verse 10: tobymac]
ooh~ahh~ooh, dum~dum~ditty (yeah~yeah~yeah)
here come that boy from the capitol city (yeah~yeah~yeah)
last up on the grits new ditty (yeah)
but eight bars of the truth will do (uh) (yeah~yeah~yeah)
i believe there’s a bride that’s stunning
and i believe in the kingdom coming (yeah~yeah)
i believe if you seek the truth
you don’t need to look far cause it’s gonna find you
so why, oh why, do i trip and stumble?
and ooh aah as commitment crumbles?
i can’t believe that i’m here again….

[bridge]
my life be like

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