"Live By The Gun"
What the fuck is the deal?
It's the Talk Of New York, Tony Yayo! (GGG-GGG- G-Unit!)
Yo word up man!
It's fucking cold out here man.
My fucking toes is killin' me man. (it's fucking brick!)
I fucking been on the block all day man,
I gotta get this money run sleek snow, you know man? (red eyez!)
Fuck man! (we've got 20 hours!)
Yo man listen! (yeah!) (whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!)
Yo! We project living - with plastic on the furniture,
Lil' niggaz coming up will fucking try to murda ya.
The D's not out! - So the Coast is clear!
But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear.
Everybody got a Nina! - Everybody got a Vest!
New York City is the arena of death.
Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard,
Seeing more D's than a damn report card.
Everybody rap now; follow they dreams
I'm a call my clientele man and sign all my fiends.
Same gear for a week! - Wearing dirty clothes!
All day in the spot by a dirty stove.
Trials keep me strong! - Hope keep me happy!
But I'm only human so these niggaz wanna clap me.
The drug game over but there's money to make
So niggaz clappin' at niggaz to raise the crime rate.
You can live by the gun - or die by the bullet!
Niggaz push me fo' sho' I'm gonna pull it.
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood - they hustle! - And be on the juoke shit.
Snakes in the grass - be on that bullshit
Niggas that's ass - stay with the full clip!
Guns get blast! - Niggaz on that shook shit
So live by the gun - or die by the bullet!
The rhymes you spit can embarass the city
Well my game bag names like Paris and Nikki.
Load the Semi! I'm in the spot carving the Crack
You stunt! - I'll leave my bullets lodged in your back.
New York City everything move fast,
Lil' girls get pregnant throw they baby in the trash.
China white wizzy movin' quickly on the Ave
Same coke that got Whitney in the re-hab.
Up early in the morning, cause there's money to earn
Cause the early bird be the one that catch the worm.
We got nicks! - Trieze! - 20s and dimes!
Got my spot looking like a Soul Train line.
Fuck doin' time! - I'm trying to progress,
Get that money man nigga serve your projects.
Hustlin' homie that's all I know
In the summer time I can make the whole strip snow.
[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for correcting these lyrics]
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