Life We Chose Lyrics

To my niggaz huh, we all we got
Let's hold it down though, y'know?
However it's gon' go down
This what we gotta deal with y'know? Yo

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is f**ked up but yo, but yo
This life is the only life I know

Gold bathtubs, makin' love to my queen
Get my back rubbed, Chardonnay, rollin' up green
Statues, marble floors, rare paintings on my wall
My lifestyle's like the Forbes Magazine

Closets, full of rockets and submachines
Take this nigga out the projects and his thug team
Yo we cruise past street lights, ill rides
Mr. Child both coasts with the most loud toast

Calicos roast y'all folks, keep y'all dyin'
'Cause it's hard to f**k around when we dealin' with science
My enemies got money, so y'all should watch how I play it
They never know we enemies until they hear me say it

Till they kid's on the phone sayin', "Please, Daddy pay it"
Till they brain's on the floor, mixed on the pavement
High-cla*s elegance, you respect or you hiss
You go against you'd rather piss on an electrical fence

It's strategic, how these niggaz want you to think
You'd be surprised, who'd be the one to put you to sleep
Why you stink? Yo, these streets don't allow you to blink
You get showered by lead, comin' out with your mink
Bow ties and tuxedos, bust Eagles

Dump drugs and acid, then they rush with the Rico
It's hard f**kin' with niggaz you hope you can trust
You a fool if your main bitch is easy to f**k
And you've got money, is these hoes greedy or what?
Shit is devious, ex-friends wantin' you stuck

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is f**ked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

Uhh, what's love when you don't give your man enough dough?
He wanna stick you
What's love, you got beef? Nobody rollin' wit you
What's love, you locked up, and your family don't care
Is love a four-letter word, that deceives the air?

What's real, when you know your man's girl is a hoe
And you don't even let him know, 'cause you f**ked her befo'
What's real, when you talk behind a man's back
Then you see him and give him dap, now explain that?

What's trust, when they separate your case
When you at your court date, your co-de', can't look in your face
What's trust, when you keep your wife away from your man?
And he never crossed you but you claimin' he's fam'?

What's trust, when you get bust, your niggaz don't retaliate?
They blaze purple haze with 'em the next day?
God forbid one of my niggaz get hit, I'ma go haywire
Won't hesitate, I'ma spray fire

But everybody's different, you won't know how you react
Till you in that position, and that's an actual fact
The hearts of men change as time goes on, who's wrong?
You was hungry when you stuck Duke, he came back to buck you

Who's wrong? Foul all your life, now you 90
On your deathbed you regret bein' grimy
What's lust, a bust nut? What's a thug?
A ghetto child raised around drugs, till he's old enough to bust slugs?

Then what's jail, to rehabilitate or to make a nigga worse
When he come home to catch another case?
Life's about decisions, you choose it, you gotta live it
You did it, heaven or hell or prison

Who knows when your clock'll stop tickin', get your weight up
Save up before it's over neighbor, I told ya
You gettin' older player, look at those who gave up

It's the life we chose, where friends become foes
And the dough'll get you killed quicker than you know
This is the life we chose, bring fake snakes and hoes
And the only way out is death or goin' broke

This the life we chose, ain't too many happy endings
That's why there ain't too many happy niggaz in it
And I'll admit it, this life is f**ked up but yo
This life is the only life I know

Nas - Nastradamus

Nov 1999

1. The Prediction
2. Life We Chose
3. Nastradamus
4. Some Of Us Have Angels
5. Project Windows (featuring Ron Isley)
6. Come Get Me
7. Shoot 'em Up
8. Last Words
9. Family (featuring Mobb Deep)
10. God Love Us
11. Quiet Niggas (featuring Bravehearts)
12. Big Girl
13. New World
14. You Owe Me (featuring Ginuwine)
15. The Outcome