Uh uh, uh huh
  Clipse (Clipse), Exclusive shit (Exclusive shit)
  Yeah, whooo
    [Chorus]
  Guns n' roses mafia proses
  Briefcase money, hot cars, and hot clothes
  This is the life, nigga that's the life
    [Verse 1]
  I wouldn't have it any other way
  Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die
  Makes me cry some days
  Lawless, riding backwards on a one way
  De color flawless, bitch I reek of money (bitch)
  Fast life, born to die, who gives a fuck
  We done seen it all by 25, and lived it up
  From the rawest to the raw, to the slug through your door
  They missed you but pressed your bitch in a hollow tip bra
  There's science to the way we move, cock two's
  And walk through the club without scuffing our Prada shoes
  On this side we on the by by, we buy the rules
  So when you play with us y'all niggas just gotta lose
  Lust for them things that turn women to wives
  Live for that shit that determines your street size
  Run with them twins that waters you mother's eyes
  That's diamonds, cocaine, and burners on my thighs
  Raw like peeblo, guns and mink coats
  Light up canoes, til titanics I sink ships
  Love doing bitches with pink lips, call me Padre
  Talk shit with a gun in my hand call me cock-ay
  Did this straight, bricks ain't large
  Bricks for weight, filling a crate, filling a barge, now that's large
  Sipping blue ells, and playing cards
  Plus a pat on the back from the fucking coastguard
    [Chorus (2X)]
    Yo yo, I got a love for small lawns and hair pin triggers
  Dare niggas third in my crew, it's known killers
  Model hoes that blow with hour glass figures
  We live for raw sex and 80 proof liquors
  Run, walk, and crawl for catching hot balls
  From my dogs who take game while smoking lock jaws
  Why burn your mouth in the name of cheat talk
  Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark
  After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
  And I love rap records with lots of gun talk
  It's day time two both pies on waist sides
  Can't trace, I hop back crimson lake sides
  I make five which is why y'all hate
  I got dark skin, jet black bitches with jade eyes
  We wildin out, hang them high, and dry them out
  I do them type of things y'all niggas is lying bout
  My speech is the reason my race is dying out
  So I pray to God the same time I'm pulling the iron out
  We rock stars, smoke red, mixed with lobster
  We Jamaican sexing, pillow talking, and pop trois
  In pasta, look, you wanna be a mobster
  On stage recipient of a nice guy
  Malicious nigga y'all cats fictitious
  When the shit hits, it's how you know we mean business
    [Chorus (2X)]
    When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
  See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
  I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
  When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass
  When the slugs hits, I wonder will the pain last
  See my life like a movie, inside my brain fast
  I'm asking you, cause we used to rock the same ass
  When I die, put me in mausoleum with the stained glass, the stained glass