[Sara in background saying welcome] [Fred/Miami] This Crazy I'm Thankful Yea Welcome Welcome [Ness] Life is what you make it you gotta put in hard work yea cant let nobody hold you down baby [Verse 1 (Ness)] hit tha bricks chicks like damn where you been lord locked up wit a bad case of hemorriods writtin n fightin trifflin rhymes about tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind white collared criminals climb the corporate ladder while niggaz like me gotta sell coke n crack riskin my freedom boxed up missin a season itz a setup hypothetically speakin even my pops was knocked ova tickets for speeding drinkin n drivin i aint forget he think i forgot him my mom got grey hairs from worrying sick and my sister got a house now pushing a stick just a lil something to get her from a to b ya'll got nowhere to go come and stay wit me wit a niece and a nephew dat love me to death my little brother nick I guess he'z loving whatz left [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it though it may sound basic going through some bad times while were faithful for the goodtimes yea though we must build up tha strength to carry on welcome to my world welcome welcome [Verse 2 (Fred)] I remember 1 morning when i was cooking tha O out tha blue i heard a knock @ tha door i looked through tha peep whole and itz a feen n he needed some coke and at tha time i really needed his dough but i know the rules you never sell crack where you rest at cuz haterz send shellz where ya chest at in my case them motherfuckers sent shellz where my vest at found ou ti aint dead give dem a spot to rest at i found out bout there spot had to go and x that my eyes red against cyclops call me tha x man i think god just for every blessin though tha roads got tough thankz for every lesson i carry loads at times even though it get stressin i remember stickin tha clip in stopped and den second guessing i couldnt stand tha rain of tha new edition tha fast lane had me layin in the cool whip business [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it though it may sound basic going through some bad times while were faithful for the goodtimes yea though we must build up tha strength to carry on welcome to my world welcome welcome [Verse 3 (Babs)] High heads and high school dropouts little girlz wit there stomachs popped out i seen it all niggaz stretched out by tha corner store life nomore dont think small im getting focused in tha crib writin rhymes while im smokin while niggaz on tha block totin i'll see them lata my moms make paper but cheat wit her cash ask for a pair of kicks she tell me ask my dad so i'd rather hit tha ave n knock off roucka 100 pack in tha pocket of my guess jean skirt still tryna get a deal on tha side battle bitches outside in front of kennedy fried alot of niggaz wanna see me shine but i still got tha lanes laggin behind hatin on mine itz nothin imma get to tha top regardless got love for female rappers but think im tha hardest [Chorus (Sara)] Life is what u make it though it may sound basic going through some bad times while were faithful for the goodtimes yea though we must build up tha strength to carry on welcome to my world welcome welcome