[Juelz Santana]   Lemme see you do this   C'mon, lemme tell you about the facts of life      [Chorus: Theme song from "Facts of Life"]   You take the good, you take the bad   You take em both and there you have   The facts of life, the facts of life      You take the good, you take the bad   You take em both and there you have   The facts of life, the facts of life      [Juelz Santana]   Aiyyo I tried to take the good, I tried to take the bad   I tried to take em both man, look what I have - nothin   Look what I'm stuck with, dirty streets corrupted   Nothin to do but sell drugs to the public - fuck it   I'm on these corners hustlin eighths of crack   From the day to the night, to the day come back   and these hoes'll try to get you for cribs and get you for loot   Stick you with kids you didn't produce   Sorry lady 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 like 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 hustle's inside me, no one or nothin can guide me   Stuck in this lobby with crack, that's my life, that's the facts, c'mon      [Chorus]      [Cam'ron]   Killa, facts of life, facts of life, facts of life   I got a ROC habit, I copped karits, how could I not have it?   Ice drippin down my neck, even the lock lavish   But my most prized possession - cop badges   That I got from a scuffle with these cop bastards   I unlock handcuffs, my cockmatics   I don't wanna talk to y'all if ya not attics   I'm not average, my old school, stop passed it   Seen my principal, showed off my fox fabric   No hard feelings though sir, got passed it   See y'all failed me in math but I got passed it   Guns, credit cards dog - got plastic   When I floss in the street, man I stop traffic   You should stop carriage and pay homage   How I got cabbage I tell you I love you ma, it's not marriage   But hell wit the speech you spit   You'll have ya own beach and six and that's the fact of life      [Chorus 2x]      [Juelz Santana]   Yo, now you could catch me holla'n at every bitch walkin my way like "Hey"   Ma, you feel like talkin today?   My name is Juelz, I promise I will feed you the ice   If anything I'll teach you, I lead you though life   I'll tell you not to go down that 11th street pad   I'll keep you from the losers and deadbeat dads   I'm just tryna live the facts of my life   But I realized, yo it's just a few facts in my life   This rap, this mic, this pack I got strapped in my Nikes   Damn my ankle hurt, these straps is too tight      [Cam'ron]   I know just how it is dog, I'm still pitchin   Right around the corner from Bill Clinton   Beef and brocllii's on, you know the grill 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      [Juelz Santana]   You take the coke, you take the bake   You shake and scrape and there you have   The crack of life, the crack of life   You hit the block with the rock, watch for cops and there you get   The stacks in life, stacks in life   Mommy always said "Will you ever grow up"   I think I'll never grow up, I think I'd rather blow up   'cause I love to run the streets, chasin ladies, gettin money   That's a matter of fact, life's a matter of fact   'cause when you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms   I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about   When you liivviinn up to ya dreeaamms   I'll show what my hood's about, I'll tell you what my hood's about