Life is much mo precious
Than youll think
Like a gamell make yo chips sink
Its 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 Ill fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
Im a keep it gangsta till my end
Cause some people do pretend
And aint too many of us that we can call friends
That we can call friends
Ohhhhhhh
Now all I gotta do is keep my head up
And walk a straight line when fake friends wont mind
But Im kind-hearted
And dont like being stepped on
If I wasnt real, I wouldnt be in this position
Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say
Im by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day
Lil Jay used to say Id 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
Id give it to the ones who helped me do that
Do that, straight from the heart
Eastside till I die
We aint no contract friends, we doggs for life
Its a trip how we Crip
Suppose the enemies still
With both sides ride causing plenty of tears
Insanes and 20s both from the same city
A bunch of down niggas and it aint 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 Gs, 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 aint 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 yall kids, my kids, so we family now
Cause I could never see you doing bad without
And thats real
Life is much mo precious
Than youll think
Like a gamell make yo chips sink
Its 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 Ill fall
Will you pick me up at all?
Will you pick me up at all?
Im a keep it gangsta till my end
Cause some people do pretend
And aint too many of us that we can call friends
That we can call friends...
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