Live My Life
Cam'ron Lyrics


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Now that I'm here niggaz want to wrap the ROC up
Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up
Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa
It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (uptown)
Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?)
Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?)
All my niggaz got M-16's kid
And all we do is watch MTV Cribs
Learn not to in fury the victim
Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA)
Stop frontin', you was never a menace
Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business
Business is business, money is money
Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
You da dumbest of dummies (Killa)

[Chorus]
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police

All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
Stunt after stunt, they all (?) after (?)
Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes
Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude
Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
All they say "That nigga's a mess"
You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man
Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'?
Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
You might get a poundcake, (screw that bitch)
Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
I'll me damned if I work for some white cracker (shit)
White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love
They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA
Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
Throw 'em on, let me live my life

[Chorus]
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police

[Verse 3]
Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars
And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam
Mess up some yeah (shit), thug niggaz be on point
And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog
Let me live my life

[Chorus]
Leave me alone, let me just live my live, ah
Just leave me alone, leave me alone
Let me just live my life ah
That's the sound of the police

The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it




Know when I get out they gon feel it
Witness the realest

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cam'ron's song Live My Life speak of the rapper's disillusionment with the music industry and the lifestyle that comes with it. He begins the first verse by stating that since he has made it big, people now want to "wrap the ROC up." However, Cam'ron is more concerned with protecting his drug empire than wrapping up the record label. He mentions "backing the block up," as cop killers are clapping at cops and blasting choppers, indicating that his lifestyle is not just about music but also about drug dealing and gang violence. He advises not to mention the names Dash or Hoffa, two notorious figures in the industry. He then speaks of his crew and their weapons, watching MTV Cribs, and breaking through security systems.


The chorus of the song repeats the phrase "leave me alone, let me just live my life," accompanied by the sound of the police. This can be interpreted as Cam'ron asking to be left alone to live his life, but the authorities are always keeping tabs on him due to his illegal activities.


In the third verse, Cam'ron talks about his involvement in the drug trade and the lifestyle that comes with it. He talks about cooking hard crack and dealing with crack gods, acquiring yellow diamonds and Gallerie watches, and committing violent acts. He ends the verse by pleading to be left alone and allowed to live his life.


Overall, the song Live My Life is a glimpse into the world of a rapper who is trying to balance his career, gang life, and his personal desires to be left alone.



Line by Line Meaning

Now that I'm here niggaz want to wrap the ROC up
Since I've arrived, people are trying to enclose ROC's activities.


Nah, backslash wrap the rocks up, back the block up
We should take precautions with our drug activities and stay on guard.


Cop killers, clap at coppers, blast at choppers
We are willing to use violence against law enforcement when necessary.


Pass the vodka, listen, don't ever mention Dash or Hoffa
Let's drink and relax while making sure not to bring up any names that could get us in trouble.


It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters (uptown)
The way things work in Harlem might not be the same as other places and can lead to conflicts with other criminal organizations.


Remember me? Got jumped on TNT (what's beef?)
Do you recall when I was physically attacked on national television? What problem do you have with me?


Next week, back pump TNT (what's beef?)
I'll be back on TNT to address any issues that need to be resolved.


All my niggaz got M-16's kid
All my associates have assault rifles.


And all we do is watch MTV Cribs
We enjoy watching how rich and famous people live their lives on MTV Cribs.


Learn not to in fury the victim
Don't provoke someone to react aggressively.


Purially stick 'em, break through your security system (KILLA)
We can break into your home and get what we want by force, even if you think you're protected.


Stop frontin', you was never a menace
Don't act like you're tough, you never were a threat.


Never a hustla, NO, we could never do business
You were never a successful business person or a hustler, so we can't work together.


Business is business, money is money
We should only focus on business and making money.


Hustle is hustle, stupid is stupid
Don't confuse our business activities with other reckless behavior.


You da dumbest of dummies (Killa)
You're the least intelligent person and don't understand how business works.


Leave me alone, let me just live my life, ah
Stop bothering me and let me enjoy my freedom.


That's the sound of the police
The police are always nearby and monitoring our activities.


All I do every day dog, blunt after blunt
I spend my days smoking weed and relaxing.


Stunt after stunt, they all (?) after (?)
I'm always doing something flashy to get attention.


Like that I'm Shiesty, look at my shoes, like my Nikes
People judge me based on my reputation and material possessions like my Nike shoes.


Know that I got a girl, like my wifey, like that I'm rude
I have a girlfriend who loves me and doesn't care how I behave towards others.


Come here, let me pick with your chest, dick on your breast
Let me intimidate you physically and sexually.


All they say 'That nigga's a mess'
People think I'm a complete disaster.


You heard me fam? All worthy of this dirty man
Did you hear me? I deserve everything that comes with being a criminal.


Take it in your ass? How about 30 grams ma'?
I'm willing to offer drugs as payment for sexual favors.


Go upstate, come back downstate, next time around me
I can arrange for you to leave and come back with more drugs.


You might get a poundcake, (screw that bitch)
I might have some drugs to give you and I don't care about any women you might associate with.


Fuck it up, she understand that I might slap her
I'll hurt someone if they get in my way, even women.


I'll be damned if I work for some white cracker (shit)
I'll never work for a white person or anyone I consider inferior.


White batter, prize in the pack, fiends love
White powder is the main attraction for drug users.


They hug it, call it Cracker Jacks, KILLA
They embrace it like a beloved snack, and I'm proud of my product.


Where the crack is at, watch me get dem dice
I know where to find drugs and I'm ready to gamble with my earnings.


Throw 'em on, let me live my life
Let me enjoy my freedom and do what I want with my money.


Fuck life as a rap star, you dealing with crack gods
Being a famous rapper is unimportant compared to my role as a drug dealer.


Cookin' the crack hard, lead the crack jars
I'm making and selling high-quality drugs.


All of the chips, the crib with the backyard
I have a lot of money and a big house with a backyard.


Pull out the gat pa, a bar, and black cars
I carry guns and have a fast, luxurious vehicle.


And I'm scary with the 5th, compare me to a gift
I'm deadly with a gun and should be treated like a dangerous gift.


Yellow diamonds, ganerrie on my wrist, just juice
I have expensive yellow diamonds on my wrist that I don't care about.


Get wet up and waive, that'll be the day, killa cam
I'm not afraid of anything, and if someone tries to challenge me, they'll regret it.


Mess up some yeah (shit), thug niggaz be on point
I'm prepared to fight and other tough people will support me.


And game time, cop a brick, and re-up in the same night
When business is good, I can buy and resupply my drugs quickly.


And to get that trife, I flick that knife, doggy dog
I'm not afraid to use a knife to get what I want, and people who mess with me will suffer:


Let me live my life
Let me enjoy my freedom and do what I want without interference.


That's the sound of the police
The police are always near and listening.


The block is hot, niggaz tell me to feel it
Everyone knows that the drug activity is causing problems and I should be aware of the risks.


Know when I get out they gon feel it
People will definitely feel my presence when I'm out of prison.


Witness the realest
See me in action as the most authentic criminal in Harlem.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: DELMER ARNAUD, BODIE CHANDLER, ALAN LOMAX, ERIC VICTOR BURDON, LAWRENCE PARKER, TUPAC SHAKUR, CAMERON GILES, RODNEY LEMAY, LARRY R. GATES

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