Nothing to Live for, But a Lot to Die From

[Intro: Juice (sample)] Nothing to live for, but a lot to die from ("Killing is the way") Nothing to live for, but a lot to die from ("That's what the future holds with me") Nothing to live for, but a lot to die from ("Killing is the way") Lot to die from, lot to die from, yo, yo [Juice] Yo, at nine, my first time handcuffed Six years later, my first puff, I thought my lungs would bust An ill ride, my thoughts gun hoping the day would go good Four dollar ticket, done bought a couple miles for my hood I'm reminiscing for myself, my clothes flooded with smoke My blade left on the shelf, don't need the heat in my coat Ever since they shot Prince, I look at shit through a new Frame of mind, my time is running, hourglass in the Zu I rhyme stories, categories, glory written in blood Flows, covered like drugs, excite the brains of thugs And insurance, stick to fast life, I'm busting the clutch In the dark I'm like a flashlight, too bright to be touched Mics holding, words chosen to pick them words from my seed Forty five is me, the other five percent is from weed I can't mourn, keep my hands on, triggers of life Expand on, different plans, on to ripping the mic I'm out of controller, or a blunt roller with pain The devil's advocate, representing this game, to gain fame Thugs blood in my vein, suprisingly I stay sane Splurging to kill, my mind is still collecting from bail [Chorus 2X: Juice] I got nothing to live for, but a lot to die from Whether it's pussy cops or a live gun I can walk the walk, but I decide to run This is my life, my life [Buddha Monk] On this world I shit, no holds barred Yes, I test, I, the cap twisted to the left side The life I live, shit you lucky that you breathing And the badder it gets, I keep the nine to keep breathing A lost soul, with right cause, to take gold Right cause to break fool And the Hennessey got me a little tipsy So cover your knees, nigga, before I make you nipsy Russell, check out my avenue, where gats flash at you Smoke in the air, blood on your Pele suit You got stress, try a nigga that got six kids Where one did did it, with six women in it No time to stand on the corner, singing this is for my homies Blow me, real niggas that gat, and come with me I live by the day to the day decisions On who did me wrong, and whose worth lifted from my song Yay I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Fear death, why? When I'm just wearing a vest And my daddy died, he didn't make no chumps He put the gun in my hand said 'pump the pump-pump', decisions Decisions... [Lee-Major] Yo, I ran with the best, I made plans with the best I know heads that slow G, and die with the rest So big up your set, and hold your composure So when five-oh come, you can blast them from over the shoulder You know it's over when I start spitting them shots that fold ya Even my sons know I don't mess with lame soldiers It's BK style, the whole ave., foul Slap ya DJ and tell him, play this, now I make time stop --- you lame crews Acting like, I don't have perfect aim tools So cock back and bust, we one and all United we stand, divided we fall [Chorus 2X]