[Verse 1: O.C.]
Yo, fuck having my neck dripped
With jewels that don’t mean shit
This man behind this rhyme is the n***a that’s slick, licking
My thumbs, counting papers from my street-smart wigs
In the club, we hug, foes taking some flick
Pushing the same whips n***as got with platinum stacks
Two LPs – far from Gold, yo, people think I’m selling cracksnah!
They see me living with a smile on my face
And if you see me in the spot, I’m down low in the place
Sipping my liquor, Rémy Martin running through my liver
Sucking on lemon peels, them shits tastes bitter
Having fun, for that particular time and date
I feel I’m almost to the point, so I calmly skate
Fuck all the broads, fuck all the cats who applaud my name
Who wouldn’t give me no love if I wasn’t in the game
I’m full of surprises, analyze the all-wise
Good Cartiers protect my eyes when I’m dipping on the BQ
My Benz see-through—fuck tints
I’m live, n***a, and so is my people
Half of me is godly, the other half is evil
So if it comes down to it, I’m strapped if we do it – feel me

[Hook: Jay-Z]
Love is life and life is love
Real live n***as and bona fide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because–
Love is life and life is love
Real live n***as and bona fide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe
[Verse 2: O.C.]
Yo, I try to live my life right
Earth is like the Tree of Life
Tempted by the forbidden fruit in my face, I wanna take a bite of it
It looks sweet, making my mouth water, then I thought of
A foul thought of filming somebody daughter on camcorder
She of age, but her mind’s in the cage
Fucked my man and my man and my man for no wage
Savage cause, Devil’s got me locked by the balls
Inside my soul, good and evil fighting a war
Mixed feelings like, Rémy and cranberry, a man–
How will he fall if I shoot him dead where he stand?
I’m thinking like Charles Manson
Dreaming of Marilyn Manson
Praying over my grave, deep with the plants and
Roots of evil coming in shapes and forms
I cannot identify what’s right and what’s wrong
All I know is, sometimes, I fiend for dough, fiend for clothes
And fiend for hoes backstage at my shows. Uh!

[Hook: Jay-Z]
Love is life and life is love
Real live n***as and bona fide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because–
Love is life and life is love
Real live n***as and bona fide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe
[Verse 3: O.C.]
Yo, yo
Life is full of lessons that we all must learn
Take heed and pay attention ‘cause a drastic turn
Can be just around the corner, waiting, coming dead-on
It depends on how you’re living and the path you’re on
It’s in the cards being dealt – I want the best for me
It’s love, Hell or right, O.C. has a destiny to be
The best that I can be—that means giving my all
I’m too intelligent and bright to be taking a fall
I’m 20 some-odd years old, young, Black, and a force
I’m living to see some grandkids and die of natural cause
Retire, somewhere, living in the Keys of Flor’, sipping on Coors
Old and happy, spit tobacco from my jaws
The price of hard living, hard work
Granted you’re given a chance, y’all – succeed and advance far
Take advantage, opportunities is right in your face
Avoid it unless driven to it, murder was the case. Uh!

[Hook: Jay-Z]
Love is life and life is love
Real live n***as and bona fide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe, because–
Love is life and life is love
Real live n***as and bona fide thugs
Career criminals with ice-grilled mugs
Not afraid to shed blood, to bleed; I believe