Facts Of Life Lyrics - Cam'ron

CAM'RON 

Miscellaneous 

Lemme see you do this 

C'mon, lemme tell you about the facts of life 

You take the good, you take the bad 

You take em both and there you have 

The facts of life, the facts of life 

You take the good, you take the bad 

You take em both and there you have 

The facts of life, the facts of life 

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Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad 

I tried to take em both man, look what I have - nothin 

Look what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted 

Nothin to do but sell drugs to the public - fuck it 

I'm on these corners hustlin eighths of crack 

From the day to the night, to the day come back 

and these hoes'll try to get you for cribs and get you for loot 

Stick you with kids you didn't produce 

Sorry lady but I'm just spittin the truth 

Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - fuck em 

See it's a fact niggaz is dogs 

Just like it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen whippin the raw 

Gettin it hard on the corners, dishin it off 

Hopin the cops never catch me and ship me up north 

The hustle's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me 

Stuck in this lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon 

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Killa, facts of life, facts of life, facts of life 

I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how could I not have it? 

Ice drippin down my neck, even the lock lavish 

But my most prized possession - cop badges 

That I got from a scuffle with these cop bastards 

I unlock handcuffs, my cockmatics 

I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics 

I'm not average, my old school, stop passed it 

Seen my principal, showed off my fox fabric 

No hard feelings though sir, got passed it 

See y'all failed me in math but I got passed it 

Guns, credit cards dog - got plastic 

When I floss in the street, man I stop traffic 

You should stop carriage and pay homage 

How I got cabbage I tell you I love you ma, it's not marriage 

But hell wit the speech you spit 

You'll have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of life 

Yo, now you could catch me holla'n at every bitch walkin my way like "Hey" 

Ma, you feel like talkin today? 

My name is Juelz, I promise I will feed you the ice 

If anything I'll teach you, I lead you though life 

I'll tell you not to go down that 11th street pad 

I'll keep you from the losers and deadbeat dads 

I'm just tryna live the facts of my life 

But I realized, yo it's just a few facts in my life 

This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes 

Damn my ankle hurt, these straps is too tight 

I know just how it is dog, I'm still pitchin 

Right around the corner from Bill Clinton 

Beef and brocllii's on, you know the grill chickens 

You need sixteen, Cam is down 

How you want it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds? 

Come though ban-damn it down 

Putcha hammers down, from now on its Santana's town 

You take the coke, you take the bake 

You shake and scrape and there you have 

The crack and right, the crack and right 

You hit the block with the rock, watch for cops and there you get 

The stacks in life, stacks in life 

Mommy always said "Will you ever grow up" 

I think I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up 

Cuz I love to run the streets, chasin ladies, gettin money 

That's a matter of fact, life's a matter of fact 

Cuz when you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms 

I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about 

When you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms 

I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about