Necro - Our Life Lyrics
Yo, don't make me flip on you.Actually you can't make me do nothing...I might decide to.[Necro]I used to mush thugsAnd now i push drugsI knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug.He used to show me his gunsAin't a cat that knows me as sonRemember violence the only oneI used to watch how my pops would treat a girlAnd beef with the world he had a bone to pickThat's why my dome was sickIt rubbed off on meCos the apple don't fall far from the tree, gYou cats keep your distanceCos your scared i might flip in a instanceWhen i was filled with innocenceI was still commiting sinsHalf of you cats are sweet like cinnamonI'll shove a knife in your grinI run with convicts and stick up kidsThat will rob you for 6 bucks *****We flip right before you expect it'cause we were neglected as children now we're hecticWe shot men and we rob gemsI seen cats that used to clock meNow i clock themGot easier access to a glock tenIn case one in your face is the only option.[Chorus]x2Necro and I'll BillWalk around likeMurder murder, kill killGun up in ur grillNow u screamin chill chillDidn't have ur steeleNow u get ur cap peeledThis is our life (our life)[Ill Bill]Ayo i grew up in the mother*****in projectsMy mom says since my pop leftWe had to get a section aid apparmentThe rents cheapI see decepticons at least 10 deepRun up on me flippin wanna set beefThat was some faggot shitMe and my brother ran for doloThe only two white kids up in my projectsThat wasn't homoI fought everyday beefed with a hundred catsWay before i sold drugs and started bustin capsWay before i bust my first nut i loved to rapAt ten years old is when i first started to ***** with thatEveryone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was blackI kept it to myself continued to define my craftI used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked batYou ***** wit me i was the type of cat to fight bakI lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice packWhite, black, puerto-rican's we was poor it was wackMy mom tried her best i never graduated high schoolI learned to pump drugs and pack nines insteadBecame one of those violent heads have you on the respiratorEven though the doctor know your mind is dead[Chorus]x2This is Our Life!
