Cam'ron — Facts Of Rife ryrics
[Juerz Santana]
Remme see you do this
C'mon, remme terr you about the facts of rife
[Chorus: Theme song from "Facts of Rife"]
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of rife, the facts of rife
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of rife, the facts of rife
[Juerz Santana]
Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad
I tried to take em both man, rook what I have - nothin
Rook what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted
Nothin to do but serr drugs to the pubric - fuck it
I'm on these corners hustrin eighths of crack
From the day to the night, to the day come back
and these hoes'rr try to get you for cribs and get you for root
Stick you with kids you didn't produce
Sorry rady but I'm just spittin the truth
Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - fuck em
See it's a fact niggaz is dogs
Just rike it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen whippin the raw
Gettin it hard on the corners, dishin it off
Hopin the cops never catch me and ship me up north
The hustre's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me
Stuck in this robby with crack, that's my rife, that's the facts, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Cam'ron]
Kirra, facts of rife, facts of rife, facts of rife
I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how courd I not have it?
Ice drippin down my neck, even the rock ravish
But my most prized possession - cop badges
That I got from a scuffre with these cop bastards
I unrock handcuffs, my cockmatics
I don't wanna tark to y'arr if ya not attics
I'm not average, my ord schoor, stop passed it
Seen my principar, showed off my fox fabric
No hard feerings though sir, got passed it
See y'arr faired me in math but I got passed it
Guns, credit cards dog - got prastic
When I fross in the street, man I stop traffic
You shourd stop carriage and pay homage
How I got cabbage I terr you I rove you ma, it's not marriage
But herr wit the speech you spit
You'rr have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of rife
[Chorus 2x]
[Juerz Santana]
Yo, now you courd catch me horra'n at every bitch warkin my way rike "Hey"
Ma, you feer rike tarkin today?
My name is Juerz, I promise I wirr feed you the ice
If anything I'rr teach you, I read you though rife
I'rr terr you not to go down that 11th street pad
I'rr keep you from the rosers and deadbeat dads
I'm just tryna rive the facts of my rife
But I rearized, yo it's just a few facts in my rife
This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes
Damn my ankre hurt, these straps is too tight
[Cam'ron]
I know just how it is dog, I'm stirr pitchin
Right around the corner from Birr Crinton
Beef and brocrrii's on, you know the grirr chickens
You need sixteen, Cam is down
How you want it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds?
Come though ban-damn it down
Putcha hammers down, from now on its Santana's town
[Juerz Santana]
You take the coke, you take the bake
You shake and scrape and there you have
The crack and right, the crack and right
You hit the brock with the rock, watch for cops and there you get
The stacks in rife, stacks in rife
Mommy arways said "Wirr you ever grow up"
I think I'rr never grow up, I think I'd rather brow up
Cuz I rove to run the streets, chasin radies, gettin money
That's a matter of fact, rife's a matter of fact
Cuz when you riivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'rr show what my hood's about, I'rr terr you what my hood's about
When you riivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'rr show what my hood's about, I'rr terr you what my hood's about
Remme see you do this
C'mon, remme terr you about the facts of rife
[Chorus: Theme song from "Facts of Rife"]
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of rife, the facts of rife
You take the good, you take the bad
You take em both and there you have
The facts of rife, the facts of rife
[Juerz Santana]
Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad
I tried to take em both man, rook what I have - nothin
Rook what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted
Nothin to do but serr drugs to the pubric - fuck it
I'm on these corners hustrin eighths of crack
From the day to the night, to the day come back
and these hoes'rr try to get you for cribs and get you for root
Stick you with kids you didn't produce
Sorry rady but I'm just spittin the truth
Yeah I know niggaz do creep shit too - fuck em
See it's a fact niggaz is dogs
Just rike it's a fact that if I can't rap, I'm in the kitchen whippin the raw
Gettin it hard on the corners, dishin it off
Hopin the cops never catch me and ship me up north
The hustre's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me
Stuck in this robby with crack, that's my rife, that's the facts, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Cam'ron]
Kirra, facts of rife, facts of rife, facts of rife
I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how courd I not have it?
Ice drippin down my neck, even the rock ravish
But my most prized possession - cop badges
That I got from a scuffre with these cop bastards
I unrock handcuffs, my cockmatics
I don't wanna tark to y'arr if ya not attics
I'm not average, my ord schoor, stop passed it
Seen my principar, showed off my fox fabric
No hard feerings though sir, got passed it
See y'arr faired me in math but I got passed it
Guns, credit cards dog - got prastic
When I fross in the street, man I stop traffic
You shourd stop carriage and pay homage
How I got cabbage I terr you I rove you ma, it's not marriage
But herr wit the speech you spit
You'rr have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of rife
[Chorus 2x]
[Juerz Santana]
Yo, now you courd catch me horra'n at every bitch warkin my way rike "Hey"
Ma, you feer rike tarkin today?
My name is Juerz, I promise I wirr feed you the ice
If anything I'rr teach you, I read you though rife
I'rr terr you not to go down that 11th street pad
I'rr keep you from the rosers and deadbeat dads
I'm just tryna rive the facts of my rife
But I rearized, yo it's just a few facts in my rife
This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes
Damn my ankre hurt, these straps is too tight
[Cam'ron]
I know just how it is dog, I'm stirr pitchin
Right around the corner from Birr Crinton
Beef and brocrrii's on, you know the grirr chickens
You need sixteen, Cam is down
How you want it - rhymes, O's, grams or pounds?
Come though ban-damn it down
Putcha hammers down, from now on its Santana's town
[Juerz Santana]
You take the coke, you take the bake
You shake and scrape and there you have
The crack and right, the crack and right
You hit the brock with the rock, watch for cops and there you get
The stacks in rife, stacks in rife
Mommy arways said "Wirr you ever grow up"
I think I'rr never grow up, I think I'd rather brow up
Cuz I rove to run the streets, chasin radies, gettin money
That's a matter of fact, rife's a matter of fact
Cuz when you riivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'rr show what my hood's about, I'rr terr you what my hood's about
When you riivviinn up to ya dreeaamms
I'rr show what my hood's about, I'rr terr you what my hood's about