Lose Your Life (feat. Snoop Dogg, Jadakiss & Pusha T )

Lose your life

Yeah

What up cuh?

Snoopy d-o doub'

West coast kings

What's up Alchemist?

I wanna holla real quick man cause see

A lotta these **** got the game fucked up man

They don't know man

It's real serious, it's heavy out there in the streets man you could lose your life like that

You wanna lose your life? (Uh-huh)

Play me got a pocket, I'ma cock it and ya might (Might)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life? (Yeah)

**** gettin' dropped and popped on the block every night (Every night)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life? (Uh)

Money is the key in the street life (Street life)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life? (Yup)

Walkin' 'round gang bangin', better keep that thing hangin'

Yo 20 lil' missiles in the clip of the five seven (Oh)

I'm like navigation if you tryna find heaven

You already know I'm a rare breed (Yeah)

Sittin' on a nice amount of acres and square feet

Yeah, see even the best die, respect my Columbian neck tie (Woo)

You just can't pass death by (Uh-uh)

You could be homie, cuz, neutral (Yeah)

God body, Neita, king, Zulu (Uh-huh)

One thing about death, it ain't gon' fool you (Uh-uh)

No reason to lie for, nothing to prove too (No)

Why you still here though the devil'll use you (Yep)

Closed casket is how I know the bullets abused you (Woo)

Even though I'm a boss, I like to eat food too (Uh-huh)

Spray a **** block up when I'm in the mood too

Blow a blunt, get a drink, whatever soothes you (Whatever)

'Cause if it ain't the street then the system'll lose you (System'll lose you) (Yeah)

You wanna lose your life?

Play me got a pocket, I'ma cock it and ya might (Might)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life?

**** gettin' dropped and popped on the block every night (Every night)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life?

Money is the key in the street life (Street life)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life?

Walkin' 'round gang bangin', better keep that thing hangin'

The omen, listen to the flow, let it take you where ya goin'

Billie Jean step over the track till it's glowin'

You thinkin' I'm the O-N-E

Metaphors are no win

Avalanche P pushed powder till you snowed in

No end, open sesame, unveil the recipe

Cocaine cook-up, heroin and ecstasy

Got me locked in the coupe like the Lambo's arrestin' me

Gun play necessity, warfare, none spared

Duffel bag money ain't all there, we sick 'em

All mornin' victim, he who test P just

Beggin' for the death walk with devilish me

Sit back, kick back, knowin' there's none hotter

Graduated from a drug dealer's alma mater

Magna cum laude, the kitchen I'm so jata

You **** ain't no worries, Hakuna Matata (Matata)

You wanna lose your life?

Play me got a pocket, I'ma cock it and ya might (Might)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life?

**** gettin' dropped and popped on the block every night (Every night)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life?

Money is the key in the street life (Street life)

Yeah, you wanna lose your life?

Walkin' 'round gang bangin', better keep that thing hangin'

Yeah

Don't get caught slippin' (Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin')

A-L-C, Alchemist (**** gettin' dropped and popped on the block every night)

Chemical Warfare (Can't hear nothin' but the music I'm slippin')

That's how we do it (Yeah)

Aye, what's goin' on, Al?

Yeah, good, good, good to see ya

Hey, listen, our uh, little last album you did uh there

First thing, that was cute, that was cute

But ya gotta think bigger

Here's what you're fuckin' up on, you ready? Aight?

Ya gotta go after the females, aight?

They buy records

Ya gotta work out, ya know?

Do a little, ya know, bam, little shot in the butthole, right there

Little, little

Little Barry Bonds in your buttcheek there and uh

I mean, ya get a tan, you know?

You grease yourself up

Little, little baby lotion

You feel me?

Ya got your, ya gotta put your hair back, ya know?

Ya know, it's all about the 80s

Mullets, mullets are comin' in, ya hear me?

Ya gotta focus on bigger and better things, Al

And so ya know ringtones, holy shit

We're losin' a fortune

Ringtones

You really wanna party like a rockstar?

You need a ringtone

You need catchy records for the kids

It's all about the kids

You know what? I have a fever, okay?

And the prescription is ringtones, you feel me?

Ya gotta do a lot better marketing this time, Al

A lot better

Product placements, how 'bout that, huh?

How 'bout you, Listerine? Get outta here

I'ma tell you somethin', Al

On this album right here

You could be bigger than that kid the other white kid uh, Justin Timberwolf

Holy shit