Songwriters: Balan, Dan; Harris, Clifford; Riddick, Makeba; Smith, Justin Gregory;Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha   (Ay, this a special what's happenin' to all my)  Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha   (All my soldiers over there in Iraq)  Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha   (E'rybody right here, what you need to do)     (Is be thankful for the life you got, y'knowmsayin?)  Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha   (Stop lookin' at what you ain't got)  Start bein' thankful for what you do got  Let's give it to 'em baby girl, hey    You're gonna be a shinin' star  In fancy clothes and fancy cars  And then you'll see you're gonna go far  'Cause everyone knows just who you are    So live your life  (Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)  You steady chasin' that paper  Just live your life  (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)    Ain't got no time for no haters  Just live your life  (Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)  No tellin' where it'll take ya  Just live your life  (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)    'Cause I'm a paper chaser  Just livin' my life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    My life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    Just livin' my life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    My life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)  Just livin' my life    Hey, never mind what haters say  Ignore 'em 'til they fade away  Amazin' they ungrateful  After all the game I gave away    Safe to say I paved the way  For you cats to get paid today  You still be wastin' days away  Now had I never saved the day    Consider them my protégé  Homage I think they should pay  Instead of bein' gracious  They violate in a major way    I never been a hater  Still I love 'em in a crazy way  Some say they sold the yay'  And know they couldn't get work on Labor Day    It ain't that black and white  It has an area the shade of gray  I'm Westside anyway  Even if I left today and stayed away    Some move away to make a way  Not move away 'cause they afraid  I brought back to the hood  And all you ever did was take away    I pray for patience but they  Make me wanna melt they face away  Like I once made 'em spray  Now I could make 'em put the K's away    Been thuggin' all my life  Can't say I don't deserve to take a break  You'd rather see me catch a case  And watch my future fade away    You're gonna be a shinin' star  In fancy clothes and fancy cars  And then you'll see you're gonna go far  'Cause everyone knows just who you are    So live your life  (Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)  You steady chasin' that paper  Just live your life  (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)    Ain't got no time for no haters  Just live your life  (Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)  No tellin' where it'll take ya  Just live your life  (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)    'Cause I'm a paper chaser  Just livin' my life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    My life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    Just livin' my life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    My life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)  Just livin' my life    I'm the opposite of moderate  Immaculately polished  With the spirit of a hustler  And the swagger of a college kid    Allergic to the counterfeit  Impartial to the politics  Articulate, but still'll  Grab a nigga by the collar quick    Whoever havin' problems with  Their record sales just hollow tip  If that don't work and all else fails  Then turn around and follow Tip    I got love for the game  But ay, I'm not in love with all of it  Could do without the fame  And rappers nowadays are comedy    The hootin' and the hollerin'  Back and forth with the arguin'  Where you from? Who you know?  What you make? And what kind of car you in?    Seems as though you lost sight  Of what's important when depositin'  Them checks into your bank account  And you up out of poverty    Your values is a disarray prioritizin' horribly  Unhappy with the riches 'cause you're piss poor morally  Ignorin' all prior advice and forewarnin'  And we mighty full of ourselves  All of a sudden, aren't we?    You're gonna be a shinin' star  In fancy clothes and fancy cars  And then you'll see you're gonna go far  'Cause everyone knows just who you are    So live your life  (Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)  You steady chasin' that paper  Just live your life  (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)    Ain't got no time for no haters  Just live your life  (Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)  No tellin' where it'll take ya  Just live your life  (Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)    'Cause I'm a paper chaser  Just livin' my life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    My life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    Just livin' my life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    My life  (Hey)  My life  (Oh)    Got everybody watchin' what I do  Come walk in my shoes  And see the way I'm livin'  If you really want to  Got my mind on my money  And I'm not goin' away    So keep on gettin' your paper and keep on climbin'  Look in the mirror and keep on shinin'  'Til the game ends, 'til the clock stop  We gon' post up on the top spot    Livin' the life, the life  In the Windmill City  Got my whole team with me  The life, my life  I do it how I wanna do    I'm livin' my life, my life  I will never lose  I'm livin' my life, my life  And I'll never stop it    Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha  Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha  Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha  Miya hee, miya ho, miya hu, miya ha ha    So live your life      © EMI BLACKWOOD MUSIC INC.; EMI MUSIC PUB. LTD.; JANICE COMBS PUBLISHING INC; YOGA FLAMES MUSIC;    these lyrics are last corrected by cherry