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Nebular Moon - Our Life lyrics
Yo, don't make me flip on you. 
 Actually you can't make me do nothing... 
 I might decide to. 
 [Necro] 
 I used to mush thugs 
 And now i push drugs 
 I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug. 
 He used to show me his guns 
 Ain't a cat that knows me as son 
 Remember violence the only one 
 I used to watch how my pops would treat a girl 
 And beef with the world he had a bone to pick 
 That's why my dome was sick 
 It rubbed off on me 
 Cos the apple don't fall far from the tree, g 
 You cats keep your distance 
 Cos your scared i might flip in a instance 
 When i was filled with innocence 
 I was still commiting sins 
 Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon 
 I'll shove a knife in your grin 
 I run with convicts and stick up kids 
 That will rob you for 6 bucks bitch 
 We flip right before you expect it 
 'cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic 
 We shot men and we rob gems 
 I seen cats that used to clock me 
 Now i clock them 
 Got easier access to a glock ten 
 In case one in your face is the only option. 
 [Chorus]x2 
 Necro and I'll Bill 
 Walk around like Nebular Moon - Our Life - http://motolyrics.com/nebular-moon/our-life-lyrics.html
 Murder murder, kill kill 
 Gun up in ur grill 
 Now u screamin chill chill 
 Didn't have ur steele 
 Now u get ur cap peeled 
 This is our life (our life) 
 [Ill Bill] 
 Ayo i grew up in the motherfuckin projects 
 My mom says since my pop left 
 We had to get a section aid apparment 
 The rents cheap 
 I see decepticons at least 10 deep 
 Run up on me flippin wanna set beef 
 That was some faggot shit 
 Me and my brother ran for dolo 
 The only two white kids up in my projects 
 That wasn't homo 
 I fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats 
 Way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps 
 Way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap 
 At ten years old is when i first started to fuck with that 
 Everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black 
 I kept it to myself continued to define my crap 
 I used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat 
 You fuck wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak 
 I lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack 
 White, black, puerto-rican's we was poor it was wack 
 My mom tried her best i never graduated high school 
 I learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead 
 Became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator 
 Even though the doctor know your mind is dead 
 [Chorus]x2 
 This is Our Life!









