[Ron Clutch]
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed
Cuz I`m tryin to see, if my mind can reach
The level of the game that we die to see
I`m talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free
See I`m a dying breed, a country-fried emcee
I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, when there`s mouths to feed
and there`s bills to pay, somethin gotta give way
The way I feel today, I could care less
Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair`s a mess
I don`t bother to shave, I walk around bare chest
like a candy face, like I`m wearin a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps
Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps
I`m all for the cause, ready to die next
I`m all for the cause, ready to die next..
[Chorus]
We don`t even talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon` tell me how to live my life?)
(Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon` tell me how to live my life?)
(Can`t nobody tell me how to live my life)
[Chorus Part 2 - 2X]
(This life?) - it`s mine
(It`s yours?) - it`s mine
(That`s right) - it`s mine
(That`s yours) - this mine
[B. Stille]
Now ah, when I was a, young man
There was a couple of things poppa put in my head
Never; sit down when ya need to stand
Never; drink down all ya dreams and plans
Poppa, what`s that inside ya glass?
Don`t do as I do boy, do as I ask
See ah - do it right if ya gon` do it that fast
and - don`t do it if ya gon` do it half-assed
Well, since then I been an over-achiever
Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers
And I`m broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger
Cuz I need to come up, ah I`m just a dreamer
A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors
Boy you ain`t worth... like student like teacher
[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]
[Skinny DeVille]
Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall
No comb, no fade, no nothin at all
I`ll give a finger for the haters and one for the law
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y`all
Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call
Hit the liquor sto`, makin mo`, fifth and I pause
Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls
Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall
Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall
Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most
`Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall
Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall
Oops silly me, big nuts and they gone
Didn`t see that shit comin like a truck in the fall
[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]
[R. Prophit]
Lemme hear ya say...
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz...
It`s that life B, gotta make that choice...
It`s all on you...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...
