Lyrics:

[dmx]br /Uhh.. this is life (this is life)br /This is what I know (this what I know)br /So to me (so to me) this is life (this is life)br /br /Chorus: dmx (repeat 2x)br /br /One more road to crossbr /One more risk to takebr /Gotta live my lifebr /Like there's one more move to makebr /br /[dmx]br /I'm up at like 6 am, to check this niggabr /He work the nightshift, and I gots to check them figuresbr /Knock on his door, peoples talkin bout, 'he ain't there,'br /But the house is packed, shit I know he here somewherebr /See money get high, I don't knock what a nigga do to get bybr /Just make sure you gettin by don't fuck with you gettin minebr /Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit thenbr /Hate to think of what he's did and if I catch him slippinbr /Won't be an ass-whippin, I can tell you thatbr /I keep it real with this cat, he go and sell two packsbr /And run off (damn) tell me, he was locked down, up northbr /And you out a week later? that's bullshit!br /I bust off, I need this doughbr /Fuck you think I'm here for my health? br /I need this wealth, because I feed myselfbr /You play with my life, when you play with my moneybr /Playin around but this'll be the last time you think somethin's funnybr /br /Chorusbr /br /[dmx]br /Yo, I've been casin the liquor store, for a month nowbr /With me and two other niggaz, is about to run up in there and shut it downbr /I got four people on the inside, one stay in the backbr /Two stock boys, one at the register but he count the stacksbr /Aight bitch, put on the ski mask, make sure that when we askbr /For the dough they know that we takin all three bagsbr /Now see that? you gotta hear em shoot that niggabr /Matter of fact, you hit the back, I'll put two in that niggabr /Hardhead motherfuckers always get itbr /I told him what would happen if he moved the nigga moved so I did itbr /Did you get it? I asked my man as he was comin from the backbr /Nigga opened his mouth said nothin and fell out flatbr /This cat come out spittin, hittin my mans, his mansbr /Couldn't control what was in his handsbr /I'm hit, damn! I bust back, and got the fuck up out of therebr /Didn't get a dime, but at least I got up out of therebr /br /Chorusbr /br /[dmx]br /Aiyyo I see it, try to avoid it, but it comesbr /That's how it's goin in the slums over crumbsbr /Somethin little becomes somethin majorbr /Niggaz gettin blown up like a pagerbr /Ear to ear with the razor, pour out my soulbr /Took control of hurt, why must earl simmons, swim in dirt? br /I'm gon' make it work, twenty-eight and tryin to get, baptizedbr /Priest cannot touch me cause he said I gave him bad vibesbr /Ryde, when I die, straight down, but I'm plottinbr /We all gots to go but who wants to be forgotten? br /I'ma leave a mark, and it won't be the mark of the devilbr /Throw dirt and may your hands burn when you touch the shovelbr /The level of animosity is stoppin me from thrivinbr /Fuck what them niggaz is talkin about, I'm survivinbr /Alive and goin through it, but I made my bedbr /So now it's in these flames that i, lay my headbr /br /Chorus 2x