Life is much mo´ precious Than you´ll think Like a game´ll make yo chips sink It´s so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I´ll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I´m a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain´t too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends Ohhhhhhh
[Goldie Loc]
Now all I gotta do is keep my head up And walk a straight line when fake friends won´t mind But I´m kind-hearted And don´t like being stepped on If I wasn´t real, I wouldn´t be in this position Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say I´m by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day Lil´ Jay used to say I´d never be nobody But you know what I never do? Smoke it off like Gotti Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone I never threaten nobody to make it happen Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin´
But if I had a chance to give it back I´d give it to the ones who helped me do that Do that, straight from the heart Eastside till I die We ain´t no contract friends, we doggs for life
[Tray Deee] It´s a trip how we Crip Suppose the enemies still With both sides ride causing plenty of tears Insane´s and 20´s both from the same city A bunch of down niggas and it ain´t that many Me, C, and the G can think back to the start Homies chillin´, getting high, shooting craps in the park And having a heart To get ´em up if it was beef Head up like G´s, take it out in the street
Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case And homie that ain´t nothing that the set could erase You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close And y´all kids, my kids, so we family now Cause I could never see you doing bad without And that´s real
[Kokane] Life is much mo´ precious Than you´ll think Like a game´ll make yo chips sink It´s so hard
Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I´ll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I´m a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain´t too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends...