Our Life Necro (Ft. ILL BILL)
"Our Life" by Necro featuring ILL BILL is a #HipHop track released in 2004. The song delves into themes of struggle, resilience, and the harsh realities of life, reflecting on personal experiences and societal issues. The lyrics convey a raw and gritty perspective, emphasizing the importance of staying true to oneself amidst adversity. Musically, it features heavy beats and dark, aggressive instrumentals, characteristic of Necro's style. The collaboration highlights the underground hip-hop scene's influence and has garnered respect for its authenticity and lyrical depth.
[Intro: Necro]
Yo...
Don't make me flip on you
Actually you can't make me do nothing
I might decide to
[Verse 1: Necro]
I used to mush thugs and now I push drugs
I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug
Used to show me his guns
Ain't a cat that knows me as son
Remember violence at only one
I used to watch how my Pops would treat a girl
And beef with the world
He had a bone to pick
That's why my dome was sick
It rubbed off on me
Because the apple don't fall far from the tree, G
You cats keep your distance
Cause your scared I might flip in an instant
When I was filled with innocence
I was still committing sins
Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon
I shove a knife in your grin
I run with convicts who stick up kids
That'll rob you for six bucks, bitch
We flip right before you expect it
'Cause we were neglected as children, now we're hectic
We shot men and we rob gems
I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them
Got easier access to a Glock 10
In case, one in ya face is the only option
Yo...
Don't make me flip on you
Actually you can't make me do nothing
I might decide to
[Verse 1: Necro]
I used to mush thugs and now I push drugs
I knew a kid that put slugs in his own mug
Used to show me his guns
Ain't a cat that knows me as son
Remember violence at only one
I used to watch how my Pops would treat a girl
And beef with the world
He had a bone to pick
That's why my dome was sick
It rubbed off on me
Because the apple don't fall far from the tree, G
You cats keep your distance
Cause your scared I might flip in an instant
When I was filled with innocence
I was still committing sins
Half of you cats are sweet like cinnamon
I shove a knife in your grin
I run with convicts who stick up kids
That'll rob you for six bucks, bitch
We flip right before you expect it
'Cause we were neglected as children, now we're hectic
We shot men and we rob gems
I seen cats that used to clock me, now I clock them
Got easier access to a Glock 10
In case, one in ya face is the only option
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