25 to Life (Life Soundtrack) Xzibit (Ft. Ja Rule, Juvenile, Nature & Reptile (Rapper))
"25 to Life (Life Soundtrack)" is a hip-hop track featuring Xzibit, Ja Rule, Juvenile, Nature, and Reptile. Released in 2004, the song explores themes of struggle, resilience, and the harsh realities of life, reflecting on personal experiences and societal challenges. The lyrics convey a sense of determination in the face of adversity. Musically, it combines hard-hitting beats with engaging verses, showcasing each artist's unique style. The collaboration highlights the camaraderie within the hip-hop community, contributing to its cultural significance. #HipHop
[Intro: Nature]
Yo to my people doing time
Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to... (Wake up everybody)
Nature
Ja Rule, Reptile come on, bring the heat
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General
Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
Death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels and Bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
See what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth
Hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
[Sample from "Shook Ones Part II" of Mobb Deep]
"For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life"
Yo to my people doing time
Xzibit, Juvenile, y'all need to... (Wake up everybody)
Nature
Ja Rule, Reptile come on, bring the heat
[Verse 1: Xzibit]
Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was sellin'
And for the past three months yo I can still hear my victims yellin'
But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense
If I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
Runnin' run his mouth throw some hands with the General
Walk one day in the shoes of a criminal
Death disease keep your luxuries to a minimal
I'm not talkin' about weed, jewels and Bentleys
I'm talkin' about clean clothes, hot food, and Dentyne
See what I mean livin' with the scum of the earth
Hit with plenty of time to adjust to life on the inside
[Sample from "Shook Ones Part II" of Mobb Deep]
"For every rhyme I write get 25 to Life"
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