Our Life
Ill Bill Lyrics

Yo, don't make me flip on you.
You can't control or manipulate me to do what you want, but I may choose to react aggressively.

I used to mash thugs and now I push drugs.
I used to beat up tough guys, but now I sell drugs for a living.

I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug.
I knew someone who shot himself in the face.

He used to show me his guns, ain't a cat that knows me as son.
He used to show me his firearms, but nobody knows me as his child.

Remember violence the only one, I used to watch how my pops would treat a girl and beef with the world he had a bone to pick, that's why my dome was sick.
I witnessed my father be abusive to my mother and angry at the world. It affected my mindset and increased my tendency towards violence.

'cause the apple don't fall far from the tree, g.
Children often pick up and adopt negative tendencies from their parents, just like me.

You cats keep your distance 'cause you're scared I might flip in an instance.
You keep your distance from me because you're afraid I may snap and attack you at any moment.

When I was filled with innocence I was still committing sins.
Even when I was supposed to be innocent and pure, I was still doing bad things.

Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon.
Most of you are fake and weak.

I'll shove a knife in your grin.
I'll stab you in the face and cut your smile away.

We run with convicts and stick up kids that will rob you for six bucks, bitch.
We associate with criminals who will rob you for meager amounts of money.

We flip right before you expect it 'cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic.
We snap and attack out of nowhere because we were ignored and neglected as children, now we're chaotic and unpredictable.

We shot men and we robbed gems, I seen cats that used to glock me, now I glock them. Got easier access to a glock ten in case one in your face is the only option.
We have killed people and robbed jewelry stores. People who used to be my enemies now have to fear me. I carry a Glock 10 handgun in case I have no other option but to shoot someone.

Now you're screaming chill chill, didn't have your steel, now you get your cap peeled. This is our life, our life.
You're begging for mercy now that you're unarmed and getting shot. This is our life, a violent and dangerous one.

Ayo, I grew up in the motherfuckin' projects. My mom says since my pop left we had to get a Section 8 apartment, the rent's cheap.
I grew up in the low-income housing projects. My mom had to get us an affordable apartment after my dad left.

I see Decepticons at least 10 deep, run up on me flippin' wanna set beef. That was some faggot shit. Me and my brother ran for dolo, the only two white kids up in my projects that wasn't homo.
I frequently run into gang members of the Decepticon crew who try to start fights with me. That's cowardly behavior in my eyes. My brother and I, who were not gay, had to fend for ourselves as the only white kids in the projects.

I fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats, way before I sold drugs and started bustin' caps. Way before I bust my first nut I loved to rap, at ten years old is when I first started to fuck with that.
I fought every day and had arguments with many people before I started selling drugs and using firearms. Even before I had sex for the first time, I had a passion for rapping that started when I was 10 years old.

Everyone else in my PJs who'd rhyme was black, I kept it to myself, continued to define my crap.
All the other aspiring rappers in the projects with me were black, but I kept to myself and worked on perfecting my craft.

I used to buy my mother milk draggin' a spiked bat. You fuck with me, I was the type of cat to fight back.
I used to have to run errands for my mom while carrying a spiked baseball bat for protection. If anyone tried to mess with me, I would fight back.

I lace you up for broken nose, holdin' the ice pack.
If I break your nose in a fight, I'll be the one holding the ice pack for you afterwards.

Whites, blacks, Puerto Ricans, we was poor, it was whack. My mom tried her best, I never graduated high school. I learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead.
Regardless of race, we were all poor growing up, and it wasn't great. My mom did her best, but I never finished high school. Instead, I learned how to sell drugs and carry firearms.

Became one of those violent heads, have you on the respirator, even though the doctor know your mind is dead.
I became one of those people who causes violence and could put you on life support, even if your brain is already dead and there's no hope for you to recover.