Livin' The Life

(Puff talking) Yeah, the game of life In this game it's not whether you win or lose But how you played the game Come on (Stylez) Everything involves The Lox Ask the niggas with the money in the safe And the cats on cell blocks Car parked in the lot Door is locked And the only time the phone is blocked is when home is hot I announce the bounce Smooth like an ounce Blow more ways than one Y'all niggas count One Mississippi - you can't get with me Two Mississippi - you never gon' hit me Three Mississippi - can't no bitch trick me Four Mississippi - won't no dog sick me Five Mississippi - we in Mississippi Twenty deep in the block Real niggas rock with me Blazing, reving in the black 9-11 Lox out of sight like Michael Knight and Devon Living dead Hoes giving head to the Feds Catch him with the calico Light him up in bed Chorus x2 (Stylez) Livin' the life, either you rise or fall It's a two-way street be large or small Livin' the life, either you die or ball It's a two-way street be rich or poor (Sheek) My niggas order parts for cars like motherfuckin' pizza For years While you get all yours from Sears What!? Nigga even my guns be Ger-man Links, Cu-ban Rugs, Persian Now we can take this another level Pa-Pa And simply bust your pinata you chaza Lox take blocks Turn 'em into Fort Knox Cake wasn't flowin' here Till we started going there What!? I ain't hatin' you cause you's a little richer But you old and I'm young, so that means I think quicker When the Benz truck I bent up I bounce with the lambo-guina Pump the Mista Blackberry Molass-ah Flossin' with the bad mama cita My chi-ca Be ten cent Job with the government Tap the Fed line So when they raid I'll be lovin' it Chorus x2 (Jadakiss) I swear under oath no bullshit will any Lock take Cause we stop drama like anti-lock brakes High stakes Politic, pies and cakes Real niggas do dirt, tell lies, then skate What up son? What you bullshittin' bout now huh? Where we from? Don't matter cause we gettin' it done Land Rover, double sun roof Bulletproof Tangaray and grapefruit Got me earlin' on my boots Man please Spit it out, twist the trees 5-40 I fly when I'm dissin' the d's Deep Dish B Sip Dom P. with ease First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze Ain't about that Trying to do without that Makin' niggas fuck up their budget Time to get their paper route back L-O-X three letter word, black mob With every last member of the team on the job Whether it be controllin' the street Holdin' the heat Really don't matter to me Long as we eat Chorus x2