Our Life Songtext
von Necro

Yo...
Don′t make me flip on you...
Actually you can't make me do nothin′
I might decide to
I used to mush thugs
And now I push drugs
I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug
Used to show me his guns
Ain't a cat that knows me as son
Remember violence at only one
I used to watch how my pops would treat a girl
And beef with the world
He had a bone to pick That's why my dome was sick
It rubbed off on me
′Cause the apple don′t fall far from the tree, G
You cats keep your distance
'Cause your scared I might flip in an instance
When I was filled with innocence
I was still commiting sins
Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon
I′ll shove a knife in your grin
I run with convicts and stick up kids
That'll rob you for 6 bucks bitch
We flip right before you expect it
′Cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic


We shot men and we robbed gems
I seen cats that used to clock me
Now I clock them
Got easier access to a Glock-10
In case one in your face is the only option
Necro with Ill Bill
Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill

Gun up in your grill and you screamin ′Chill! Chill!'

Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled

This is Our Life, Our Life
Necro with Ill Bill
Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill
Gun up in your grill and you screamin ′Chill! Chill!′
Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled
This is Our Life
Ayo I grew up in the motherfuckin′ projects
My mom says if my pop left
We'd have to get a section-8 apartment
The rent′s cheap
I see decepticons at least
Ten deep, run up on me flippin', wanna set beef
That was some faggot shit, me and my brother ran for do-lo
The only two white kids up in my projects that wasn′t homo
I fought everyday, beefed with a hundred cats
Way before I sold drugs and started bustin' caps
Way before I bust my first nut I loved to rap
At ten years old is when I first started to fuck with that
Everyone else in my PJ's who′d rhyme was black
I kept it to myself continued to define my crap
I used to buy my mother milk draggin′ a spiked bat
You fuck with me, I was the type of cat to fight back
I lace you with a broken nose holdin' the ice pack
Whites, blacks, Puerto Rican′s
We was poor, it was wack
My mom tried her best
I never graduated high school
I learned to pump drugs and pack knives instead
Became one of those violent heads
Have you on the respirator even though the doctor know your mind is dead
Necro with Ill Bill
Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill
Gun up in your grill and you screamin 'Chill! Chill!′
Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled
This is Our Life, Our Life
Necro with Ill Bill
Walk around like - murder murder, kill kill
Gun up in your grill and you screamin ′Chill! Chill!'
Didn't have your steel now you get your cap peeled
This is Our Life