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Good Life The The Competition

He met this girl from Reno Whose life was a competition She looked just like a china doll With porcelain skin She knew he'd let her win He fell for her

a battle axe [ ROUND 1: Bronx Style Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life

da twist of the tounge, They thought we was finished, but we just beginning, They want me committed, to the murder, onneee Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, competition

, and was almost Jigga Or hooped against LeBron and would almost get 'im Y'all niggas make me realize how good almost isn't Would hate to look back on my life

to describe Whoever said money don't grow on trees Lies my money tree full of dough BC money man My ancestors had roofie o 20/20 shawty man my competition

cash in, nah I doubt I was young and reckless when Pete say he was about it you n-ggas is ducks howards, cowards kill the competition and hsower n-ggas

some Hill shit from comin' through The reality is out with the old, and with the new Ways and things change, with strange haids of braids shade Switch place life and life

money, nigga, fuck the fame Big face hun'erds keepin' the game Hittin' the corner in the candy thang Sittin' on leather, grippin' the grain Good weed, good

two -- you taping this? All types of shit yo let that shit ride Word to mother, turn up the microphone! Get all that good shit, get all that good shit