Letra de Life Is What You Make It

Yo ill will, ruff ryders
What what, straight like that

You a killer or a hustler, dealer or customer
Gangsta or buster, youngster or old nigga
A weed head, a coke sniffer
You rich or a broke nigga
Know you all relate to this shit that I wrote niggas
Lots of my mans trapped up in a max
Penatentary, sending me letters, I answer back
That eventually, we be all bentley'ed out
Throwing campaigns, fuck it, I'm running for White House