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mac dre - livin that life (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: mac dre]
once upon a time, my 9 stayed in the small of my back
i sold crack and drove a cadillac (cadillac)
shot cr_ps, made snaps on the corner by the stop sign
strapped with my ‘gnac, dank sack and my glock 9
kickin’ it with the homies on the grind for cabbage (grind for cabbage)
a double_r soldier, 3c savage (3c savage)
runnin’ from the ones with the nightsticks
high_speed chasin’ and racin’ in tight sh_t (tight sh_t)
back in ’85 sellin’ goop was the sh_t (goop was the sh_t)
wasn’t a thing that them fiends wouldn’t do for a hit (do for a hit)
b_tches sucked d_ck, n_ggas rented they cars
while young players like me became street stars (street stars)
glued to the track with a sack and a handgun
steady sweatin’ sales, stoppin’ cars at random (random)
runnin’ from the 50, hittin’ fences and hidin’ out
seven cars deep is how the homies is ridin’ out
(that’s how we was ridin’ out)
house parties pop, stayed packed with hoodrats (hoodrats)
n_ggas on the mic, drunk, bustin’ them hood raps (hood raps)
hooked on the dank, thunderbird we drank
rollin’ in the bucket with the f_cked up paint (f_cked up paint)
24/7 on the hunt for coochie
sportin’ troop, nikes, fila, and gucci (gucci)
makin’ much money on the dope track
but when the crack slacked then n_ggas started to jack (n_ggas started to jack)
every young n_gga tryna stay in the mix (stay in the mix)
was breakin’ them tricks and cold hittin’ them l!cks
jackin’ became the quickest way to make some mail (make the mail)
but some n_ggas fell and spent years in jail (years in jail)
droppin’ nine in the pen tryna make they chest bigger
some n_ggas died gettin’ jacked by the next n_gga
but that’s the way it goes, you pay the price
when you’re deep in the game (deep in the game), and you’re livin’ that life
[verse 2: mac dre]
i was against all odds, fresh out the womb
my only hope was to soak game, so i consume
while n_ggas chilled and parlayed, i learned the hard way (hard way)
scuffed and roughed up, the game had scarred dre
back in the days, all i knew was the hood and rocks (that’s all i know)
lookin’ for funk and headed straight for a wooden box (straight for a wooden box)
pr_ne to quick cash and gettin’ the grit fast
never really trippin’ on how long would sh_t last
earnin’ my ghetto stripes from scr_ps and ghetto fights
f_ckin’ with hoodrats, them tramps and ghetto types (ghetto types)
never givin’ a f_ck, nah, not even sometimes
just havin’ a fun time, runnin’ from one_time
trippin’, and wasn’t even peepin’ the sh_t (peepin’ the sh_t)
slippin’, and steady gettin’ deep in the sh_t (deep in the sh_t)
i let the game control me, shape and mold me
then it treated me coldly, it pimped and hoed me (pimped and hoed me)
i was sellin’ the crack but not stackin’ a d_mn thang
and now that i look back, man, it’s a d_mn shame (man, it’s a d_mn shame)
couldn’t recognize there was game to peep (game to peep)
the dank had me gone and my brain is sleep (brain is sleep)
i finally woke up in the federal pen
broke than a motherf_cker beggin’ for ends (beggin’ for ends)
i was a midget, a small digit — forgotten
game was stale, my name was rotten
had life by the ass, my sh_t was twisted
i thought about the hood and how much i missed it
but the life i was livin’ wasn’t really sh_t (really sh_t)
i was clockin’ them ends but wasn’t stackin’ a grip (wasn’t stackin’ a grip)
they had the world thinkin’ i was runnin’ in vaults
i reassessed my thoughts, and proved my faults
and for the next four years, i kicked and waited
becomin’ top notch while incarcerated
but that’s the way it goes, you pay the price
when you’re deep in the game (deep in the game), and you’re livin’ that life

- mac dre lyrics

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