My Life-MC Eiht

[ INTRO ] Gyeah We're on this smooth sh*t Takin you back to the old school (westside) Gyeah Hoo-Bangin in the house And right about now We got the real CPT G's up in here Mc Eiht , Boom Bam , CMW representin to the fullest Hoo-Bangin to the fullest Gyeah [ VERSE 1 ] I once heard don't forget Where you came from , son And if you're bailin thru Compton You better bring a gun Cops tryin to set off spots and raid niggas Just cause we some f**kin paid niggas Zags and crack that I used to sell To the swap meet to get my gear and straight bail What 'll it be to they lost my loot So 5-O wants all a blue khaki suit Shoot if ya'll come down the block, static Dash like a rabbit barely escapin the automatic Tragic is the scene that's left Bringin the pain like Meth(od Man) The yellow tape means death (boyaa) Steps the f**k off or meet your maker The Tech 9 will take ya be the back-breaker Out for cash flow the way I was part of Keep your hood tight ni**a don't get caught up Yeah [ CHORUS ] My life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on I said my life , my life , my life Check it out [ VERSE 2 ] I've been in the street game since '86 With Mc's on gold D'z takin gangsta flix Screamin : f**k your clitch B**ch you best not trick Hoo-Bangin these full straps came with clips 6 shots is all you get (ping , ping) You better put in work Or scurb or get covered with damn dirt My mission is the ride for the west And make cash and pick of enemies Tryin to trespass , for sho' I ain't no joke but it ain't the blunt I light it's the f**kin gun THAT smoke (boom ,boom) Provoke any ni**a that try to step Fools trip Imma show 'em Who's fast from the hip Clap you Once cause G's leave no Witnesses clap twice out the door Slow with the creep while the neighbour's asleep Still music to drive-by and I'm N2 deep Come on [ CHORUS ] My life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on My life , my life , my life F**k One-Time Gyeah I said my life , my life , my life In the CPT I said my life , my life , my life Hoo-Bangin gangstas Check it out [ VERSE 3 ] In the 6-6-6 5-0 Trey or Deuce Real G's draggin it low with much juice (gyeah) Loose lips sink ships is what I was told While my bankroll fold I'm leavin your body cold Down the role-road since the B.G. The O.G.'s had me actin crazy Like fightin and blastin cause life ain't funny Young niggas strugglin best get your money Creep up in the late night Keep your grip tight lay low outta site And watch the porch light Cause I ain't got nuttin to lose And I ain't nuttin when I'm dumpin Ya'll catchin the blues I needs the money and the cola baby Don't make me react pulls out the strap And then clap Hoo-Bangin to the fullest In Compton is where we're dwellin In the WEST where we're yellin While the yea keeps sellin (westsiiide) Come on [ CHORUS ] I said my life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 And that's how we representin To the fullest With the real CPT G's To the I-N-G All the way up to South Central To all my Hoo-Bangin gangstas in the house Gyeah , that's how we're doin it To the WEST All day , we don't play Gyeah , come on I said my life , my life , my life With the Tech 9 , come on I said my life , my life , my life F**k One-Time Gyeah