Who up in there, that got them chickens fixing they hair And getting naked full of Cristal, that's the lifestyle So I hit the club, with a pocket full of Lifestyles Ooh shorty getting wild
disgusted Bitch tryna give me a excuse It ain't nothing you can say or do You ask the mind state, to do the bad You ain't said nothing bout cha whole
found nigga I live a wild life, real wild nigga It's get it how you live, how you live is how you get it Nigga this that battlefield, nothing but the
won't come up I'm from Uptown and Uptown niggaz don't give a fuck My hood is a jungle full of niggaz live that wild life picture a untamed guerilla with a K(AK) he nothing
dressed in black on black With glocks to mack in the hoop in 'dis black on black Spillin' brains ain't nothin but a thang to me Sellin cane and fame ain't nothin
drink beauty with my eyes yet nothing but dreams in my fist I am the path I take lead I never forget I never forgive I carry the torch and leave you behind yet nothing
Cause ain't nothin right in my life God help me, It ain't nothin nice [Hook x4] From LA to NY, ATL and back it ain't nothin nice To all my niggaz and
your blues (Only thing that's gonna save you now) Take another chance, you've got nothing to lose (The boy didn't love you anyhow) Oh, you drive me wild
: Everybody's got something to do. I've got nothing but this dirty room. Everybody's got some kind of job. Everybody's got someone to love, not me I'
Hell bound on the coursecrash Living in the alley with the rest of the trash Ah we're never slowing down, we're gonna party tonight We don't care 'bout nothing
saying I be simping But all around the world they know I'm big pimping It's really nothing But I'm feeling your style Behind closed doors I be doing her wild
on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat... and silence me. On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but
cryin's over But all he had is gone Whatever for You and I are always chasing Wild ambitions and far off dreams As we run in all directions Nothing's
serious business." "Come by boy!" [Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice] Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40 Nothing
is you and me The secret is true indeed The good die Mostly over bullshit Repeatedly Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love But
us That's what jail for Adolescense young teens turned violent It's floating, in a world turned silent Cause you could be touched [Chorus Makaveli] Young ni**az in the wild
the air If you got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking this one to the whole 'nother
snitches Its a dirty game y'all Y'all got ta be careful about who you fuck with and who you don't fuck with Cause the shit get wild y'all Keep your