Nas - Life We Chose lyrics

Album: Nastradamus (2002)

[Nas]
To my niggaz.. huh..
We all we got..
Let´s hold it down though, y´know?
However it is gon´ go down
This what we´ve got to deal with, y´know?
Yo..

Chorus: Nas

It is the life we chose, where friends become foes
and the dough´ll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes & hoes
and the only way out, is death or goin broke
This the life we chose, aint too many happy endings
That is why there aint too many happy niggaz in it
And I will admit it, this life´s f*cked up but yo..
(but yo..) this life´s the only life I know {*echoes}

[Nas]
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Gold bathtubs, makin love to my Queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin up green
Statues, marble floors, rare pain´tings on my wall
My lifestyle´s like the Forbes Magazine
Closets, full of rockets & submachines
Take this nigga out the projects, & his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast
Calicos roast y´all folks, keep y´all dyin
Cause it is hard to f*ck around when we dealin with science
My enemies got money, so y´all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies till they hear me say it
Til they kid´s on the phone sayin, "Please daddy pay it"
Til they brain´s on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-class elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you would rather piss on an electrical fence
It is strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You would be surprised, who´d be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo these streets don´t allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin out with your mink
Bow ties & tuxedos, bust Eagles
Dump drugs & acid, then they rush with the Rico
It is hard f*ckin with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main bitch is easy to f*ck
And you have got money - is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit´s devious, ex-friends wantin you stuck

Chorus

[Nas]
Uhh, what´s love when you do not give your man enough dough?
He want to stick you
What´s love, you got beef?
Nobody rollin wit you
What´s love, you locked up, & your family don´t care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?
What´s real, when you know your man´s girl is a hoe
And you do not even let him know, cause you f*cked her befo´
What´s real, when you talk behind a man´s back
then you see him & give him dap, now explain that?
What´s trust, when they seperate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de´, can´t look in your face
What´s trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you, but you claimin he has fam´?
What´s trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don´t retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with ´em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I ama go haywire
Won´t hesitate, I ama spray fire
But everybody´s different, you will not know how you react
til you in that position, & that is an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who has wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you
Who has wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein grimy
What´s lust, a bust nut? What´s a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, til he has old enough to bust slugs?
Then what´s jail, to rehabilitate, or to make a nigga worse
when he come home to catch another case?
Life is about decisions, you choose it, you´ve got to live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison
Who knows when your clock´ll stop tickin, get your weight up
Save up before it is over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin older player, look at those who gave up

Chorus

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