[Intro: Young Noble]
Uh
Uh
Noble Justice...
For the future, yeah
Yeah, uh, young nigga get yo' mind right
This Outlaw Lifestyle
[Verse 1: Young Noble]
Aye yo
I live life like a young nigga born in corruption
God made me famous for my pain and suffering
Or maybe that ain't even the case
You gotta watch, what you wish for dawg
It might blow up in ya face
Feeling like Young Nobe' in a race
Life is like rolling the Ace
And I don't like showing my face
'Cause muthafuckas get the wrong impression
I ain't a rapper dawg, this just how I make my living
It ain't no telling where I'm supposed to be
If Makaveli hadn't chosen me to this Outlaw royalty
The game won't spoil me, I keep dirt in my nails
And won't knock you if you work at the Shell
At least a muthafucka got a job, that's ya problem there
Knockin' the next man for tryna get theirs
You betta try to get yours, cause time is hard
And don't ask about the Lawz, cause we grinding hard
Come on...
[Chorus: Young Noble]
We don't, know which way to go
When ya ask 'em, don't nobody seem to know
Either the right or you down the wrong road
But I don't, he don't, she don't, we don't
We don't know which way to go
When ya ask 'em, don't nobody seem to know
Either the right or you down the wrong road
But I don't, he don't, she don't, we don't know
Ya life is ya own
[Verse 2: Young Noble]
I heard you niggas said you want chips
I ain't tryna bump fa' shit
I'm tryna stack it for my grand kids
Handle ya biz and get it how it come
And seeing is believing, y'all blind as fuck
Til some niggas in ya living room tyin' you up
For a couple of bucks, you been owing for months
Let it pile up, it all coming down at once
On ya shoulders while you standing up, add it up
That probably mean you gon' fall dawg
All my niggas tatted up, they call us the Outlawz
And that means we the family by any means
I ratha' sell CD's then work at Mickey D's
I can't knock that, I love a Big Mac
And eybody don't know how to rap
So if you got a little hustle or got a little talent
You better get it cracking, don't be scared of the challenge
C'mon
[Chorus: Young Noble]
We don't, know which way to go
When ya ask 'em, don't nobody seem to know
Either the right or you down the wrong road
But I don't, he don't, she don't, we don't
We don't know which way to go
When ya ask 'em, don't nobody seem to know
Either the right or you down the wrong road
But I don't, he don't, she don't, we don't know
Ya life is ya own
[Verse 3: Nutt-So]
Picture my life, droppin' to my toes
Ran to the curb, sniffin' coke thru my nose
Hell naw, can't go out like that
Before I do, run up in the bank and hit the big sack
But on the other hand, I'm still stuck in the streets
Murder, hustle, for bread so my girls can eat
Ain't no soul finna stand in my way from this money
Or this 'Four-Four slug nose tucked in my waist
This fast lane got me driven to the point of nervousness
Got me drawin' down pistols on innocent nurses
It's pure ghetto, and my reactions is blast fully
On the nearest muthafucka standing close in a Hoody
I'm paranoid, but the money is flowing steady
Coppin' anything I dream, pushin' this shit heavy
I was stackin' til I was crackin' a ceiling, with loot
And proof, and now a nigga crackin' the roof
It's my thang
[Chorus: Young Noble]
We don't, know which way to go
When ya ask 'em, don't nobody seem to know
Either the right or you down the wrong road
But I don't, he don't, she don't, we don't
We don't know which way to go
When ya ask 'em, don't nobody seem to know
Either the right or you down the wrong road
But I don't, he don't, she don't, we don't know
Ya life is ya own
