Artist: Lloyd Banks Album: Hunger For More 2 Song: This Is the Life * Typed by: kill4747@hotmail.com * FYE bonus song [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I'm a smoke all day, fuck all night I think I'm coming, this is the life I'm counting money, do what I like Life is a gamble, just shoot the dice Green money keeps chrome wheels turning White and black girls popping and purple weed burning What I do with my time don't concern 'em Middle finger cops, big money earning [Lloyd Banks] Come on Everybody talking, but my conatour's the reason I ain't gotta walk, I gotta ride Hustle like my time is short Surround my fort, hippo chopper karat Damn if I get caught, get common sense to tell you I ain't playin', know how hard I fought? Fuck these bitches, they be there when I get back Back to the lab, mad, roll the chronic bag smokin' and scratchin' the pad Calico rap when I'm mad had to go back to the rags then he know I got to have, caddy doors over my swag Fatties all over your back, you ain't half, bitch! Diamonds shining everywhere, earrings, fingers, neck, wrist White boat, jet six, seven when my album drop These haters got a death wish and I can smell 'em round the block! [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] I'm a smoke all day, fuck all night I think I'm coming, this is the life I'm counting money, do what I like Life is a gamble, just shoot the dice Green money keeps chrome wheels turning White and black girls popping and purple weed burning What I do with my time don't concern 'em Middle finger cops, big money earning [Lloyd Banks] South side is where I got my style at, where they foul at Where future's fucked up, and crying ladies want their child back Born in the combat, I get it spent more behind that This ho, we mind crack, contagious, avoid contact I've been rhyme jack, lift away until I lost my mind at Between a gat and a hard place, now erase all that You haters fall back, cash money's my favorite door mat I'm like colliding with a ball bat, the four-four claps Piņa coladas where my drawers on and jewel born. love Three friends, big tub, bet they all goin' run They don't wanna scrub and I don't want no bird Baby, text me until you catch me, let me breathe til' I catch that that herb [Chorus 2x: Lloyd Banks] I'm a smoke all day, fuck all night I think I'm coming, this is the life I'm counting money, do what I like Life is a gamble, just shoot the dice Green money keeps chrome wheels turning White and black girls popping and purple weed burning What I do with my time don't concern 'em Middle finger cops, big money earning