Define My Life Lyrics - Singles - Proof

Me and my momma aint close, daddy ghost like most 

only for the hood riches when we broke that we all toast 

got an awesome gang yesterday, 

my rhyme is just press and play 

born in thiscold world, shit that ain't no special day 

just a reminder, you get to thirty you lucky 

mother fucker that's the words of T Stuckey 

grew up on Put Stones(?) and YBI 

Mazaradi rig, why would I lie? 

good all die 

got a question your honour, listen 

whatever happened to that shit death before decider? 

I'm on the tip why your flipping flopper G 

don't even know what he charged, when did he cop a plea? 

sloppily, shit this game did change 

n*ggas caught with a little work and they start naming names 

I'm blaming fame, Benz's, bitches and bling 

in today's world y'all treat a f*ckin snitch as a king 

switches my means of income,win some, go far, in come 

all the broke n*ggas and didsome(?) 

youcan lose one battle but lose the war 

my shoes is torn 

from walking these dawgs 

damn I'm talking to y'all! 

while you're not involved, just nodding along 

I've got to ask the church, shit, is God in the wrong? 

And to You Mr. Preacher is God in the Wrong? 

Y'all don't even hear me n*ggas your just nodding along 

Chorus 

I took this time to gripe 

hear this rhyme I write 

let me clearly define my life 

Verse 2 

Bubba Fats is the truth, 

the raps out of Proof 

It's all steel like the gats that I shoots 

backwards I move from 86-88 

where there's chambers remain here with heavy weight 

so much game around me 

they drown me 

in this sin city 

i've been busy 

since sucking on my mommas thin titty 

when is he stopping the world? God don't know 

It's all a joke to him, watching how hard we grow 

Death don't kissy you when god say it 

sort of like that little whistle in Broadway 

Our way, Plant workers on lines, beeper stores 

healthcare, f*ck potholes we got deeper sores 

reaped with wars 

my man young to kill Patrick 

Dexter is lovely ain't it? I'm still at it 

I fill my hand with Mr. Man and Tone-Loc 

when the lights burnt out in them grown folk 

my bone broke 

to lift this pen 

let me jot this down and get this in 

when I'm gone I hope y'all respect me then 

let me jot this down and get this in 

when I'm dead and gone I hope y'all respect me then 

I'm gone 

Chorus