Fighting for My Life in Paradise (feat. Kurupt)

Feels so good livin' that life

Yeah, this for the big homies

Givin' that game, you dig? Yeah

I'm fightin' for my life in paradise

All we got in life is a pair of dice

I'm fightin' for my life in paradise

All we got in life is a pair of dice

Today was a good day, but it could be better (Yeah)

It's hard to try to make your heart light as a feather

Everything is hard, everybody's hard (Hard, hard)

In some kind of way, everybody's scarred (What? Yup)

Don't pull my card, ain't tryna beef (Nah)

No more grief, I'm just lookin' for relief

I don't give a damn if they lyin' through they teeth (Don't give a damn)

Everybody know I'm the motherfuckin' chief (Everybody)

In my tepee smokin' on this leaf (Yeah)

Or in them floor seats with my son Shareef (Hey)

Or with my wife Kim, I'm not like them (No)

Everybody know I spit 'em out like phlegm

I play above the rim, they stuck on the ground

Been tryna bring me down since I put on the crown

Mad 'cause my frown is upside down

And **** still tryna be Homey the Clown

I clown they ass and drown they ass

Why they still talkin' about my past?

Tellin' all my people when I talked to 'em last

Mad 'cause I'm seein' up under the mask

Game, a portrait of a thousand pictures

Flippin' riches in front of a thousand snitches (Right)

Slick back, slidin' with a thousand bitches, huh

And I'm fightin' for my life in paradise

All we got in life is a pair of dice

I'm fightin' for my life in paradise

All we got in life is a pair of dice

Yeah, I'm talkin' to you

Let me break it down in layman's terms the things you do

Too much, drop-top, stickin' the clutch

Just dippin' on my Dayna Danes livin' it up

I live life nice, I never think twice (Nice, twice)

I just keep it gangsta in this paradise (Paradise)

In this paradise

Shine like ice, twice as nice

It really ain't too much to say

Besides livin' your life and stayin' out the way

Man, fuck these bitches, and fuck these snitches (Right)

And every single one of these punk-ass ****

'64 Impala, a scholar or Rottweiler, baller, bitch

Iguodala with dollars up in the islands

Monster MAC, with bosses in the back off 'yac

Cock 'em back and react

I'm fightin' for my life in paradise

All we got in life is a pair of dice

I'm fightin' for my life in paradise

All we got in life is a pair of dice

Alright, I'm gon' shoot these motherfuckers, you understand?

I'm gon' shoot, but I better not crap, that's all I know

I just better not crap, come on, six, with your funky ass

I've been waitin' for you all night