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struggle end\nSo, you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it\nYou ain't in the role\n\nSo, you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga\nFor the fact that it's my world\nIn my life, but still, I'm a rugged nigga\nThey say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga\nYou're talkin' bullshit, then, kick it with another nigga\nI got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga\nAnd I ain't got friends, I got enemies\nSo, if they're with me, then, that means they're my brother, nigga\n\nMy life is all I have (uh-uh)\nMy rhymes, my pen, my pad (yeah)\nAnd I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me (don't judge me)\nWhat you say now, won't budge me\n'Cause where I come from, so often\nPeople you grew up with layin' in a coffin\nBut I done made it through the pain in strife\nIt's my time now, my world, my life\n\n(My life) is a blunt to the head, prayer for the dead\nRun around hustlin', scared of the Feds\nThey said, \"Death is eternal sleep\"\nBut the only thing is you ain't really sure\nIf you prepared for the bed\nSo often we get merked in the head, instead of big money\nThey got big momma hurtin' instead\nMy life is makin' the verse, but the handcuffs\nThe bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse\n\nTell mommy I don't go to the church\nTell Ahk, I don't go to the mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns\nAnd I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march\nI play my part, and my heart seem colder than March\nBut on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June\nI have talks with the Lord, and He'll be callin' me soon, what?\nAnd my life is all I have\nMy family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what?\n\nMy life is all I have\nMy rhymes, my pen, my pad\nAnd I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me\nWhat you say now, won't budge me\n'Cause where I come from, so often\nPeople you grew up with layin' in a coffin\nBut I done made it through the pain in strife\nIt's my time now, my world, my life\nMy life\n\nMy life (feel 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friends\n[01:01.64] I light a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end\n[01:04.42] So, you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it\n[01:06.71] You ain't in the role\n[01:07.96] So, you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga\n[01:11.46] For the fact that it's my world\n[01:13.15] In my life, but still, I'm a rugged nigga\n[01:15.61] They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga\n[01:18.47] You're talkin' bullshit, then, kick it with another nigga\n[01:21.22] I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga\n[01:23.99] And I ain't got friends, I got enemies\n[01:26.43] So, if they're with me, then, that means they're my brother, nigga\n[01:29.82] My life is all I have (uh-uh)\n[01:32.47] My rhymes, my pen, my pad (yeah)\n[01:35.19] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me (don't judge me)\n[01:37.90] What you say now, won't budge me\n[01:40.71] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[01:43.42] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[01:46.22] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[01:48.70] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[01:51.29] (My life) is a blunt to the head, prayer for the dead\n[01:54.66] Run around hustlin', scared of the Feds\n[01:56.86] They said, \"Death is eternal sleep\"\n[01:59.04] But the only thing is you ain't really sure\n[02:01.01] If you prepared for the bed\n[02:02.57] So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money\n[02:05.91] They got big momma hurtin' instead\n[02:08.22] My life is makin' the verse, but the handcuffs\n[02:11.04] The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse\n[02:13.74] Tell mommy I don't go to the church\n[02:15.71] Tell Ahk, I don't go to the mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns\n[02:19.05] And I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march\n[02:21.78] I play my part, and my heart seem colder than March\n[02:24.83] But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June\n[02:27.67] I have talks with the Lord, and He'll be callin' me soon, what?\n[02:30.95] And my life is all I have\n[02:33.30] My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what?\n[02:36.82] My life is all I have\n[02:39.56] My rhymes, my pen, my pad\n[02:42.07] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me\n[02:44.95] What you say now, won't budge me\n[02:47.56] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[02:50.40] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[02:53.17] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[02:55.53] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[02:58.30] My life\n[03:03.87] My life (feel better)\n[03:06.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: THE LIFE\n  artist: Styles P\n  album: INSTRUMENTALS\n  duration_ms: 150000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: My life, Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy\n  start_ms: 2550\n  end_ms: 9880\n- text: Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records\n  start_ms: 9880\n  end_ms: 15140\n- text: Pharoahe, talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand\n  start_ms: 15140\n  end_ms: 19220\n- text: Let 'em try, let 'em 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life\n[00:44.36] (My life) is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns\n[00:48.21] Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone\n[00:50.57] I need the bills that the presidents got they face on\n[00:53.03] So, I can switch my residence, get a truck and a Lex\n[00:56.18] Fuck a cheque, I no longer have to wait for 'em\n[00:58.81] I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends\n[01:01.64] I light a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end\n[01:04.42] So, you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it\n[01:06.71] You ain't in the role\n[01:07.96] So, you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga\n[01:11.46] For the fact that it's my world\n[01:13.15] In my life, but still, I'm a rugged nigga\n[01:15.61] They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga\n[01:18.47] You're talkin' bullshit, then, kick it with another nigga\n[01:21.22] I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga\n[01:23.99] And I ain't got friends, I got enemies\n[01:26.43] So, if they're with me, then, that means 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church\n[02:15.71] Tell Ahk, I don't go to the mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns\n[02:19.05] And I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march\n[02:21.78] I play my part, and my heart seem colder than March\n[02:24.83] But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June\n[02:27.67] I have talks with the Lord, and He'll be callin' me soon, what?\n[02:30.95] And my life is all I have\n[02:33.30] My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what?\n[02:36.82] My life is all I have\n[02:39.56] My rhymes, my pen, my pad\n[02:42.07] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me\n[02:44.95] What you say now, won't budge me\n[02:47.56] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[02:50.40] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[02:53.17] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[02:55.53] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[02:58.30] My life\n[03:03.87] My life (feel better)\n[03:06.25] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Life\n  artist: Styles P\n  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71460\n- text: For the fact that it's my world\n  start_ms: 71460\n  end_ms: 73150\n- text: In my life, but still, I'm a rugged nigga\n  start_ms: 73150\n  end_ms: 75610\n- text: They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga\n  start_ms: 75610\n  end_ms: 78470\n- text: You're talkin' bullshit, then, kick it with another nigga\n  start_ms: 78470\n  end_ms: 81220\n- text: I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga\n  start_ms: 81220\n  end_ms: 83990\n- text: And I ain't got friends, I got enemies\n  start_ms: 83990\n  end_ms: 86430\n- text: So, if they're with me, then, that means they're my brother, nigga\n  start_ms: 86430\n  end_ms: 89820\n- text: My life is all I have (uh-uh)\n  start_ms: 89820\n  end_ms: 92470\n- text: My rhymes, my pen, my pad (yeah)\n  start_ms: 92470\n  end_ms: 95190\n- text: And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me (don't judge me)\n  start_ms: 95190\n  end_ms: 97900\n- text: What you say now, won't budge me\n  start_ms: 97900\n  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the handcuffs\n[02:11.07] The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse\n[02:13.70] Tell mommy I don't go to the church\n[02:15.73] Tell Ahk, I don't go to the mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns\n[02:19.01] And I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march\n[02:21.71] I play my part, and my heart seem colder than March\n[02:24.88] But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June\n[02:27.61] I have talks with the Lord, and He'll be callin' me soon, what?\n[02:30.95] And my life is all I have\n[02:33.26] My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what?\n[02:36.85] My life is all I have\n[02:39.55] My rhymes, my pen, my pad\n[02:42.08] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me\n[02:44.92] What you say now, won't budge me\n[02:47.52] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[02:50.43] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[02:53.18] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[02:55.53] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[02:58.30] My life\n[03:03.82] My life 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Pharoahe Monch, Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy\n[00:09.88] Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records\n[00:15.14] Pharoahe, talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand\n[00:19.22] Let 'em try, let 'em try now\n[00:22.92] My life is all I have\n[00:25.48] My rhymes, my pen, my pad\n[00:28.27] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me\n[00:31.14] What you say now, won't budge me\n[00:33.66] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[00:36.65] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[00:39.34] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[00:41.60] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[00:44.36] (My life) is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns\n[00:48.21] Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone\n[00:50.57] I need the bills that the presidents got they face on\n[00:53.03] So, I can switch my residence, get a truck and a Lex\n[00:56.18] Fuck a cheque, I no longer have to wait for 'em\n[00:58.81] I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends\n[01:01.64] I light a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end\n[01:04.42] So, you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it\n[01:06.71] You ain't in the role\n[01:07.96] So, you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga\n[01:11.46] For the fact that it's my world\n[01:13.15] In my life, but still, I'm a rugged nigga\n[01:15.61] They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga\n[01:18.47] You're talkin' bullshit, then, kick it with another nigga\n[01:21.22] I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga\n[01:23.99] And I ain't got friends, I got enemies\n[01:26.43] So, if they're with me, then, that means they're my brother, nigga\n[01:29.82] My life is all I have (uh-uh)\n[01:32.47] My rhymes, my pen, my pad (yeah)\n[01:35.19] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me (don't judge me)\n[01:37.90] What you say now, won't budge me\n[01:40.71] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[01:43.42] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[01:46.22] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[01:48.70] 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Ayatollah, Howie McDuffy\n[00:09.87] Holiday Styles, Double R, Rawkus Records\n[00:15.19] Pharoahe, talk to 'em, let 'em try to understand\n[00:19.20] Let 'em try, let 'em try now\n[00:22.91] My life is all I have\n[00:25.42] My rhymes, my pen, my pad\n[00:28.22] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me\n[00:31.10] What you say now, won't budge me\n[00:33.69] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[00:36.66] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[00:39.36] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[00:41.64] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[00:44.31] (My life) is based on lightin' blunts, loadin' guns\n[00:48.27] Tellin' my lawyers to get the case gone\n[00:50.51] I need the bills that the presidents got they face on\n[00:53.02] So, I can switch my residence, get a truck and a Lex\n[00:56.14] Fuck a cheque, I no longer have to wait for 'em\n[00:58.84] I made a couple ends, lost a couple friends\n[01:01.61] I light a blunt 'cause never will the struggle end\n[01:04.45] So, you can judge a nigga, but you ain't got it\n[01:06.78] You ain't in the role\n[01:07.93] So, you really can't budge a nigga, you oughta love a nigga\n[01:11.46] For the fact that it's my world\n[01:13.15] In my life, but still, I'm a rugged nigga\n[01:15.69] They say you buggin', nigga, fuck it, I'm a thuggin' nigga\n[01:18.42] You're talkin' bullshit, then, kick it with another nigga\n[01:21.26] I got a bigger bed and I need a cover, nigga\n[01:23.97] And I ain't got friends, I got enemies\n[01:26.45] So, if they're with me, then, that means they're my brother, nigga\n[01:29.86] My life is all I have (uh-uh)\n[01:32.40] My rhymes, my pen, my pad (yeah)\n[01:35.17] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me (don't judge me)\n[01:37.93] What you say now, won't budge me\n[01:40.70] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[01:43.47] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[01:46.25] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[01:48.72] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[01:51.20] (My life) is a blunt to the head, prayer for the dead\n[01:54.65] Run around hustlin', scared of the Feds\n[01:56.81] They said, \"Death is eternal sleep\"\n[01:59.07] But the only thing is you ain't really sure\n[02:01.01] If you prepared for the bed\n[02:02.56] So often we get merked in the head, instead of big money\n[02:05.98] They got big momma hurtin' instead\n[02:08.29] My life is makin' the verse, but the handcuffs\n[02:11.07] The bullpens, the jail cells is makin' it worse\n[02:13.70] Tell mommy I don't go to the church\n[02:15.73] Tell Ahk, I don't go to the mosque, I blow blunts, hold guns\n[02:19.01] And I'ma be right there when the soldiers'll march\n[02:21.71] I play my part, and my heart seem colder than March\n[02:24.88] But on the flip side of things, it's still warmer than June\n[02:27.61] I have talks with the Lord, and He'll be callin' me soon, what?\n[02:30.95] And my life is all I have\n[02:33.26] My family, my niggas, my flow, my grabs, what?\n[02:36.85] My life is all I have\n[02:39.55] My rhymes, my pen, my pad\n[02:42.08] And I done made it through the struggle, don't judge me\n[02:44.92] What you say now, won't budge me\n[02:47.52] 'Cause where I come from, so often\n[02:50.43] People you grew up with layin' in a coffin\n[02:53.18] But I done made it through the pain in strife\n[02:55.53] It's my time now, my world, my life\n[02:58.30] My life\n[03:03.82] My life (feel better)\n[03:06.24] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: The Life\n  artist: Styles P feat. 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