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Big Ed - Life lyrics
[master p]
 You know what? 
 This ghetto got me so crazy
 My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
 Ain't this fucked up
 Big ed, tell a story of the streets
 [big ed]
 My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasnt he strapped
 Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
 Ahh dats it, they called his momma
 Told her, no joke, we got your son, she updated me on da drama
 Her voice trembled, she was hysterical
 The bounty was a hundred g's
 For her to ante up, it would take a miracle
 Shes very spiritual
 She got on her knees and prayed to God that I would help her yo
 We'll get em back, I do anything to help my dawg
 Try to relax, I hit you back, let me make some calls
 For situations like this,
 I keep a safe full of money with 100 round clips
 I told my lady, get the cash and the mags
 No questions asked we filled it up in a duffle bag
 I through in my camoflauge fatiques
 My a-r, a hand grenade, and an ounce of weed
 Head out the front, put the bag in the truck right next to the m-1
 And the pistol grip pump
 Hit ma dawgs on the celly mercenary group of killers
 We're methodical niggas with infered triggers
 Put the lexus in reverse, and let's roll double 0
 Limo tint big body black four do'
 Meet v-90 at the diner with burt bought my bad ass hoe china
 Who smoke this dope out her vagina
 Chocolate, jet black hair , slanted eyes you shoulda seen her
 Bad ass body look, flexible like a ballarina
 Seated at a booth, three niggas with broad and bullet proofs
 Met for combat, made more calls, met up the troop
 I told em jay got snatched
 The dowen boys got connects on silencers for gats
 Bring me four, meet me by jay mom's cribBig Ed - Life - http://motolyrics.com/big-ed/life-lyrics.html
 I'll be there in ten, it's time to get it how we live
 When I got there she said that the jackers know about me
 That I got cheese with the miller boys at the calliope
 Now they want two fifty, it's cool though
 It's time to act a fool though, heard a knock at the front door
 Reach up my shirt and put the gat to the peep hole
 (who is it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door
 And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga
 But hold up, the plot gets thicker
 He said, jay's a trick ass nigga, nobody snatched the nigga
 He's plottin on me, tryin to get richer
 He's hiding at the motel six, room two twenty
 How many hoes in this world, man nigga plenty
 Boz got this hoe named wendy, stripper slash dancer
 Red met her at chocolate sixty in atlanta
 She got a twin sister candy, boz hooked candy to jay
 Jay fell in love with the hoe and got a baby on the way
 But he's broke and busted, down and out disgusted
 Scheming on me, him and candy discussed it
 Candy told wendy, and wendy told red
 Red told me my nigga jay wants me dead
 Not my nigga, but I gotta investigate
 We drove to the motel six, seen his car, checked the liscense plate
 (yeah that's him) see what happens when you try to pack fair
 Peeped in the window, seen jay gettin rolled in the chair
 That's that hoe candy, workin it backwards
 Lookin at her titties got my dick hard like she's a private dancer
 Kicked the door down, his pants down, my gat in his face
 Pushed the hoe off the nigga and shot his dick off his waist
 And that naked hoe candy pussy is wide open
 Jay can't believe she betrayed him, his eyes is wide open
 Jay tell me why nigga, before you die nigga
 I would have gave you some money, didn't have to lie nigga
 But I can't kill ya cause a nigga love you too much
 So v-90 shoot him in his head and throw him in his own trunk
 Watch your click (watch your click)
 Cause niggas switch when you get rich
 That tek and ski mask cause life's a bitch












