[Verse 1: O.C.]

Yo, fuck having my neck dripped

With jewels that don’t mean shit

This man behind this rhyme is the nigga that’s slick, licking

My thumbs, counting papers from my street-smart wigs

In the club, we hug, foes taking some flick

Pushing the same whips niggas got with platinum stacks

Two LPs – far from Gold, yo, people think I’m selling cracksnah!

They see me living with a smile on my face

And if you see me in the spot, I’m down low in the place

Sipping my liquor, Rémy Martin running through my liver

Sucking on lemon peels, them shits tastes bitter

Having fun, for that particular time and date

I feel I’m almost to the point, so I calmly skate

Fuck all the broads, fuck all the cats who applaud my name

Who wouldn’t give me no love if I wasn’t in the game

I’m full of surprises, analyze the all-wise

Good Cartiers protect my eyes when I’m dipping on the BQ

My Benz see-through—fuck tints

I’m live, nigga, and so is my people

Half of me is godly, the other half is evil

So if it comes down to it, I’m strapped if we do it – feel me

[Hook: Jay-Z]

Love is life and life is love

Real live niggas and bona fide thugs

Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs

Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because–

Love is life and life is love

Real live niggas and bona fide thugs

Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs

Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe

[Verse 2: O.C.]

Yo, I try to live my life right

Earth is like the Tree of Life

Tempted by the forbidden fruit in my face, I wanna take a bite of it

It looks sweet, making my mouth water, then I thought of

A foul thought of filming somebody daughter on camcorder

She of age, but her mind’s in the cage

Fucked my man and my man and my man for no wage

Savage cause, Devil’s got me locked by the balls

Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war

Mixed feelings like, Rémy and cranberry, a man–

How will he fall if I shoot him dead where he stand?

I’m thinking like Charles Manson

Dreaming of Marilyn Manson

Praying over my grave, deep with the plants and

Roots of evil coming in shapes and forms

I cannot identify what’s right and what’s wrong

All I know is, sometimes, I fiend for dough, fiend for clothes

And fiend for hoes backstage at my shows. Uh!

[Hook: Jay-Z]

Love is life and life is love

Real live niggas and bona fide thugs

Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs

Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because–

Love is life and life is love

Real live niggas and bona fide thugs

Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs

Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe

[Verse 3: O.C.]

Yo, yo

Life is full of lessons that we all must learn

Take heed and pay attention ‘cause a drastic turn

Can be just around the corner, waiting, coming dead-on

It depends on how you’re living and the path you’re on

It’s in the cards being dealt – I want the best for me

It’s love, Hell or right, O.C. has a destiny to be

The best that I can be—that means giving my all

I’m too intelligent and bright to be taking a fall

I’m 20 some-odd years old, young, Black, and a force

I’m living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause

Retire, somewhere, living in the Keys of Flor’, sipping on Coors

Old and happy, spit tobacco from my jaws

The price of hard living, hard work

Granted you’re given a chance, y’all – succeed and advance far

Take advantage, opportunities is right in your face

Avoid it unless driven to it, murder was the case. Uh!

[Hook: Jay-Z]

Love is life and life is love

Real live niggas and bona fide thugs

Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs

Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because–

Love is life and life is love

Real live niggas and bona fide thugs

Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs

Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe