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[Chorus:] Hi Life We livin' that hi life Hi Life (Hi Life...mmmmmmmmmm) We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm [Pimp C:] I'm tired livin' fucked up, tired of livin' bad Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me When you gonna go to church Chad Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image That she would want me to be But I got one foot in the street And every week I flip a Ki I never wanted to be a G But niggas depend on me It ain't safe to hit I-10 So niggas fear with me And all the niggas that I went to school wit Got cool wit, went to fool wit I dealt selling that white shit Pushin' cocaine, niggas holding pistols Dependant on the game What ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat SongtexteGot $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred And ain't nobody got no dough So niggas came to smoke, bad habits do exist And if this bitch came thinking to ease my mind By sucking my dick Bitch make up for a minute cause that ship never lasts In 1996 niggas is dyin' from layin' on that ass First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died And you wonder why yo' niggas out there smokin' fry I wish that I could tell you I wore a rubber everytime But if I told you that nigga you know that I be lyin' And I've been fucking pussy since the tender age of nine It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the weed smoke comin' off my shirt But still I puts in work and front for my folks Cause where I come from nigga, family just ain't no joke Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat But what about Baby Doe, some say that nigga's selling dope And you know that I ain't lyin', that just how family talk But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved Most preachers are false prophets Fuckin' hoes and gettin' paid I'm lookin' for the... [Chorus] [Bun B:] You only got one life to live That's all they give you to do it You could bullshit your way through it Or stay true, it can be complicated cause niggas Be gettin' shot in the cross People and names get lost The people in the lane get tossed The streets'll eat your ass alive Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives And nobody's surprised if somebody Don't survive the dusk to see dawn It's treacherous how we was left to die On the streets that we be on Motherfuckers sleepin' on them corners that you pee on Probably cause society felt they didn't belong Now who in the fuck made it this way for us Got all these little niggas slangin' that yay Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable And that punk piece of American pie just ain't obtainable So how can I substain a full life before death Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham Livin' off of Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and Spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life All I can see in front of me is up for grabs Come off that slab Cause poverty will push a nigga over that brink Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge So instead of being without, I'm hustling Tryin' to get through these ungodly days Thinkin' of ways to get the fuck outta this maze A man will committ a crime 'cause a fuckin' crime pays I'm going through a phase you don't grow out Until there's a reason a mother fuckers gots to pour out His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind But still sometimes he don't know why He walkin' around just hopin' He can get one more try to make it It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it You can't fake it, to get that hi life [Chorus: until the end] Aus Songtexte Mania