Love My Life

[Intro: Cam'ron]

Ayo, I never claim to be hard, tough, no homo

Gangsta, none of the above

Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA

Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard?

You know through the trials and tribulations that life brings

I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever

You know you can't expect everything from everybody

So get up, get out and get something

That's what I did

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked

Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot

Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill

Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now

My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida

Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica

Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka

Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell

He gave birth to the best MC you never heard

Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words

Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C

He did damage, road managed by G-O-D

A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard

Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars

Cutlass 68', hooptie 75'

Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why

I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air

First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career

That's a fact, dick, ain't talking no rap shit

I'm talking that MAC clip, niggas will back-flip

Act sick, my dude studied the Sabbath

No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish

He could have my house, he could keep my Mauris

He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story

[Break: Cam'ron]

That's why my dudes love me, I let them do them

You either gon' be rich or famous fucking with me...probably both

If you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play Lotto

9 out of 10 times you gon' win, nigga

[Chorus: Nicole Wray]

Play the game, sure to win

They all up on me, know they wants my ends

I sacrifice, I roll the dice

I love my hood, I love my life

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

See, a boss I'm prepared to be

When I walk away from a confrontation

I ain't scared of you, I'm scared of me

I got a gun - you don't, so it's flares you'll see

After that, a five-thousand volt chair for me

So I move carefully; niggas don't care for me

Who care? I don't; you share, I won't

Calm down, breathe again

I don't do extortion unless I'm on the receiving end

Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak

That's word to me, told me I deserved to eat

Moved to a killer Ave, right from a murder street

Rocked Adidas Forums, even though they hurt my feet (that's fucked up)

I don't look in the sky, never mind stars

Know some fine stars right behind bars

Snags, Black, Doe on house arrest

Zeek, Sheek, won't even throw out the rest

They wanted my ass, right along side Zeek

Turn myself in? Nope, play hide and go seek

I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome

Yeah, I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on?

And hour after hour, I would chill at the after hours

Where they flash the powder, no bath or shower

In that same spot, realized math is power

So I point at the mansion that is ours

[Chorus: Nicole Wray]

Play the game, sure to win

They all up on me, know they wants my ends

I sacrifice, I roll the dice

I love my hood, I love my life