Chorus: life is what you make it,
though it may sound basic
goin though some bad times (in my life)
then be thankful for the good times yeeeah
though we must build up the strength to carry on(in my life)
welcome to my liiiiiiife(welcome welcome)
Sara: welcome welcome welcome
Fred: this crazy
sara: welcome welcome welcome
Fred:i'm thankful
sara: welcome welcome welcome
fred: yeh
sara: welcome welcome welcome
Fred: welcome welcome(what i've seen in life)
ness: life is what you make it (in my life)
ness:you gotta do the hard work
ness: yeh can't let nobody hold you down baby
ness: yeh
(welcome welcome)

{ness
hit the bricks chic's like damn where you been loyd,
locked up with a bad case of hemroids
writin and fightin trifullin ryhmns,
about the life and the times,
of nigga'z on the grind
white collared criminals climb the corporate ladder,
while nigga'z like me gotta sell coke to cracka'z
rest of my freedom boxed up, missen the season its the set uphipothetically speakin
even my pop was knocked over tickets of speedin drinkin and driven
i ain't forget he think i forgot em'
my mom got gray hairs from worrying sick,
and my sister got a house now pushin the stick
just a lil somthin to get her from A to B,
i got nowhere to go come stay with me
with a niece and a nephew that love me to death,
my little brother nick got guest he lovin whats left
Chorus
{Fred
i remember one mornin i was cookin the O,
and out the blue i heard a knock at the do'
i looked through the peep hole and its a fiend man he needed some coke,
and at the time i really needed his dough but i know the rules
you never sell crack where you rest at, cuz haters send shells where yah chest at
but in my case the motha***** sent shells where my vest at ,
found out i ain't dead give him a spot to rest at
i found out bout they spot had to go and X that,
my eye'z redder than cyclops call me the X-Men
i thank god just for every blessin,
though the roads got tough thanks for every lesson,
i carry loads at times even thought it gets stressin,
i remember stickin the clip in, cockin,and second guessin,
i couldn't stand the reign of a new edition,
the fast lane had me layin in the coops with pigeons in my life
Chorus
{Babs
potheads and high school dropouts,
little girls with they stomachs popped out
i've seen it all,
nigga'z stretched out by the corner store,
life no more,don't seem smalli'm gettin focused
in the crib writin ryhmns while i'm smokin,
while nigga'z on the block totin' i see em' later
my mom make pay for a cheat with a cast,
asked for a pair of kicks she told me ask your dad(ask your dad)
so i'd rather hit the ad and knock off(???)
a hundred pack in the pocket of my vest/ jeaned skirt
meanwhile tryin to get a deal on the side,
battle b!tches outside in front of ketucky fried
alot of nigga'z wanna see me shine,
but i still got the lame draggin behind its nothin
i'ma get to the top reguardless,
got love for female rappers but think i'm the hardest
in my life
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