thug life It's the Love Life, It's the Love Life Mo' better than drug life, mug life or the club life It's the Love Life Yall [x2] [Bridge] How is it
the cup but how he took the wrath for us and out of love he ask for us but we ignore and pass him up for the life of the night that's bad for us somehow
Chorus] [Inspectah Deck] I do this for dough, but it's really for love Feel me, it's love for hot girls, willies and thugs My groups cross seas, call
the themes. As a foundation left to create the spiral aim, A movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in the sight of seeds of life
scanners and shoot ya, In supermarkets and department stores, direct mail houses, Were to record every single items we purchase, data about ya, Daily habits, and movements
, but I can't cross the line It's my deepest prayer that this will be your time I will vow, yeah I will vow, yeah Just for me He gave his life, and
] [Inspectah Deck] I do this for dough, but it's really for love Feel me, it's love for hot girls, willies and thugs My groups cross seas, call
I'm trying to rhyme But so many fascinated with this life of crime, hah Look, I'm dying to be different, down to die to make a difference Music for the movement
fly Eva felt like you just wanna get away man? Its the movement, I dont think y'all heard me man Its the movement The celebrations the movement, man
made foes Overall we made flows And right now as I sit here writing this I'm buggin' off the people in my life that made me like this Within the movement
to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs. What is it that we sing then? Our love of life is total, everything we do is an expression of that
down theres no hesitation in these movements just cross the mouth piece smoothest, the way he made the ladies yell was ruthless, you're my brother I will always love
yall to picture this The way I keep reein? up, servin? and flippin? this Dot the I?s cross the T?s meticulous The coldest winter ever and I?m so icicle-ish The movement
I survive It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life Oh, it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life, in my life At the Copa (CO!),
of 'Hustler' Got shot down like Larry Flynt Felt like shit like a bowel movement Have you seen my will to live? Because I seem to have lost it Love life
crushing state of the union Between serpentine words and mass confusion Of media controlled blurb advertising disillusionment Your family will love my low-rent, low-life No-brain, reality-dagger, movement
I apologize Got my hands dirty, chasin' devil's pie Through the ups and downs I learned to realize Don't ever take for granted people close in your life I'm broke in my pockets but love
landing, NORMA scrambles to her feet. The revolver is no longer in evidence. SHE crosses the landing and starts off down the stairs; a flutter of movement
