Our Life Lyrics - Brutality, Part 1 - Necro

Yo, don't make me flip on you. 

actually you can't make me do nothing... 

i might decide to. 

[Necro] 

I used to mush thugs 

and now i push drugs 

I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mom 

he used to show me his guns 

ain't a cat that knows me as son 

remember violence the only one 

i used to watch how my pops would treat a girl 

and beef with the world he had a bone to pick 

that's why my dome was sick 

it rubbed off on me 

cos the apple dont fall far from the tree, g 

you cats keep your distance 

cos your scared i might flip in a instant 

when i was filled with innocence 

i was still commiting sins 

half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon 

i'll shove a knife in your grin 

i run with convicts and stick up kids 

that will rob you for 6 bucks bitch 

we flip right before you expect it 

'cause we were neglected as children now we're hectic 

we shot men and we rob gems 

i seen cats that used to clock me 

now i clock them 

got easier access to a glock ten 

in case one in your face is the only option. 

[Chorus]x2 

Necro and Ill Bill 

walk around like 

murder murder, kill kill 

gun up in ur grill 

now u screamin chill chill 

didn't have ur steele 

now u get ur cap peeled 

this is our life (our life) 

[Ill Bill] 

ayo i grew up in the motherfuckin projects 

my mom says since my pop left 

we had to get a section eight apparment 

the rents cheap 

i see decepticons at least 10 deep 

run up on me flippin wanna set beef 

that was some faggot shit 

me and my brother ran for dolo 

the only two white kids up in my projects 

that wasn't homo 

i fought everyday beefed with a hundred cats 

way before i sold drugs and started bustin caps 

way before i bust my first nut i loved to rap 

at ten years old is when i first started to fuck with that 

everyone else in my pjs who'd rhyme was black 

i kept it to myself continued to define my crap 

i used to buy my mother milk draggin a spiked bat 

you fuck wit me i was the type of cat to fight bak 

i lace you up for broken nose holdin the ice pack 

white, black, puerto-rican's we was poor it was wack 

my mom tried her best i never graduated high school 

i learned to pump drugs and pack nines instead 

became one of those violent heads have you on the respirator 

even though the doctor know your mind is dead