[Intro]

Aight, nigga, hold it down, baby, one love

Ayo, yo, Bruce - oh shit!

Ayo, nigga

Yo, I know this ain't that nigga Kirk

Yo, Bruce—Yo, Bruce, that that nigga Kirk?

Look look, look at that nigga

Who that Dez?—This Dez, whassup, nigga?

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz, X-1 & (Dez)]

(Oh shit, nigga, when they let yo' ass out?)

(What the fuck you been drinking? Look like you 'bout to pass out)

Nah, I'm aight, G, just had a little Olde E

You know me—tryna keep it cool, play it low-key

(You heard Brucey got knocked and Clay, he shot Fozee!)

Yeah, I know, G, damn, that shit is fucked up, right?

Yo, Bruce, you could drop me off at 57th & 9th?

Damn, I would but I gotta pick up my seed and my wife

Plus, you be on some other shit and I don't need dirt in my life

Come on, nigga, I got the gas money, plus I got this L

You gon' shit on me, son? I just got outta jail!

Yeah, aight, God, but I ain't with the bullshit no more

What you talkin' 'bout, man?

Put that cigarette out

Oh what, you don't smoke no more?

Nah, it's just a new car and don't slam my door

Aight but on the way I need to make a stop at the store

See, give a nigga a inch, he take a yard (What you talkin' about, God)

But you my dog, so I'ma keep it real with you, God, come on

Aight good looking, nigga

You better buckle up, nigga

[Chorus: Still Livin']

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this—why?

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this—why?

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this—why?

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz, (X-1) & {Narrator}]

Ayo, pull over right there, nigga (Where?)

Right beside that blue Lexus (Where you goin'?)

I just gotta go pick up some money; I'll be back in a few seconds

(Yeah aight don't let a few seconds turn into some minutes

'Cause I'll bounce on you, nigga, tires burnin' wheels spinnin')

Nigga you leave me? Your ass'll never hear the end of it

(Yeah, aight, God, whatever man just hurry up and cut the bullshit)

{"Inside the jewelry store"}

"Aight, you know what this is everybody on the motherfuckin' floor

Take that shit off!"

"Yo, I'm Tyrone Holmes. I ain't givin' up nothin'."

"What, nigga? (*two gun shots*) Fuck that, motherfucker, stop cryin'!"

{"Outside at the same exact time"}

(Only two minutes double parked, here come cops

Saw 'em in the rear view, that's when I heard shots

I seen the store door open, it all happened in slow motion

My man running with his gun smoking (Oh shit!)

I'm ready to pull off and act like I don't know him)

Nigga, yo, go, nigga, go, go, God!

(You don't you see the cops? You buggin')

What? How they gon' catch us? We in a S-500

(Nah, you lunatic ass nigga I ain't goin' down for you)

Nigga, we could get away

But if we get caught, they gon' hang you too

(Damn)

[Chorus: Still Livin']

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this—why?

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this, we live our life like this

We live our life like this—why?

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz & (X-1)]

(Now we doin' 'bout a hundred miles per hour down back blocks

About a million things on my mind, a nigga that hot

This clown next to me, actin' like he hit the jackpot)

Nigga, what the fuck is your problem? I got the loot (What loot?)

You beefin' with me ain't gon' get us out of hot pursuit

(Yo, I heard shots, what was that?)

Some fool wouldn't give me his jewels

(See, you whylin', God, I'm thinkin' 'bout my wife and my kid

Nigga, my life, I ain't tryna do no bid)

Nigga, I think you actin' scared, if you really wanna know

You drivin' too slow - Yo! Nigga keep your eyes on the road

You almost spun outta control on that last pothole

(Slow your role Kirk Jones, son, you just don't know) I don't know what?

(Yo, the way I feel right now, I never felt iller

How you gon' grab me like this and violate a nigga?)

Violate you? Nigga, you tryna front on me?

Remember I'm the nigga in this bitch that got the heat

And before the cops catch me I'm holdin' court in the street

(You think I'm gon' let the cops get you, arrest you) Now you thinkin' (Handcuff you? You crazy? I wanna kill you)

What? (You selfish motherfucker you ain't seein' the light

Remember I was supposed to be pickin' up my seed and my wife)

Shut up (Now I'm a wanted accomplice in a jewelry heist)

Fuck you want me to say? I'm sorry I swear, look me in my eyes

But if you gon' act like a bitch, nigga, then let me drive

[Interlude: Kirk Jones & Bruce]

"Yo, son, what the fuck you doin', God?"

"Yo, fuck that."

"Get off the steerin' wheel."

"Yo, fuck that, nigga, you act like a real pussy, nigga."

"Yo, you whylin' son, you gon' make me crash! I got this! I got this, chill!"

[Chorus repeats and fades through dialogue]

{"The assailants begin to fight in their own stupidity

Instead of working together to get away, they do the exact opposite, and wind up heading for a tragic situation

Now I'll let you hear the rest."}

("Yo, yo relax. I got this, I got this God!")

[*argument continues, car crashes*]

[Outro: Sticky Fingaz]

Oh shit! Yo, yo - yo, Bruce!

Oh shit.. {*trying to help*}

Come on, man, come on, man, you be aight, man

Yo yo, it's not that bad, man, it's not that bad, man

Trust me - yo, would I lie to you, man?

Trust me, man (I don't think I'ma make it, God)

Oh shit.. it's gon' be alright, man

(Tell my wife I love her)

Yo, Bruce, man, don't don't fuckin' die on me, man

[*song bleeds into the next track "Oh My God"*]