Let Us Live

Lord, let us live

Yeah, Scott Storch

Yo, I'm hopin' out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion

Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms

My Dominican chick lookin' like Scarface sister

Red and curly and she wake me up early

'Cuz hustlers hit the block when police change shifts

New York, California different toilet, same shit

In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast cinnamon

Been gangster way before he dropped many men

Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound like?

Don't ask me that's my nigga we classy

Him and Montega Jada, our style superior to haters

You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters

Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up

Why these niggas keep hatin' on my Phantom

I be out in Atlanta and body tappin' I'm probably strapped

Toast it up, niggas

My hood's on the real dark side of the track

No sunny skies, just really black

We live real down here, Lord, let us live

No playin' around here, Lord, let us live

Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine

We comin' out, we on our grind

We live real down here, Lord, let us live

We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live

Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?

Gangsta rap is where I live, just knock on the front door

Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan

What the fuck them faggots sayin'? Nothin'

When I walk in the club with the gat in hand

Take 'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a Astro van

Bangin' was the blueprint, money was the master plan

Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins

Rob niggas take they money, shoot straight to the bank then

Head to the barbershop to get chopped up

Hearin' war stories who dead and who locked up

Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who knocked up

Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust

Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the pavement

Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave shift

Fuck that long money, nigga, get paid quick and don't save shit

My hood's on the real dark side of the track

No sunny skies, just really black

We live real down here, Lord, let us live

No playin' around here, Lord, let us live

Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine

We comin' out, we on our grind

We live real down here, Lord, let us live

We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live

Lord knows that money don't matter

Lord knows that status is badder

Lord knows about the hood I live in

Keeps takin' away but he's givin'

Now don't give me these cars, Lord, let us live

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Don't give me these mansions, Lord, let us live

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Don't hate me, just let me ride

Lord, just give me light

I don't hate Mobb Deep or MOP

That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze

And my legacy will never be that of a hater

Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers

It's the return of Gandhi, criminal minded city behind me

Put it on my face to remind me

Of all the shit I been through, my physical presence

My pen too nice, my first album sent you life

I should've put down the mic when Rakim left Dre

No clean up hitter so I was stranded on second base

I had to steal third, motherfucker that's my word

There's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb

I was ultimate warrior to you, bully ass niggas

I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas

Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm good

Mothafuckas make way

My hood's on the real dark side of the track

No sunny skies, just really black

We live real down here, Lord, let us live

No playin' around here, Lord, let us live

Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine

We comin' out, we on our grind

We live real down here, Lord, let us live

We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live

Is that Michelle Chrisette?

Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride

O eight to infinity, California, New York, shit

Scott Storch, Scott Storch

Scott Storch, Scott Storch, Scott Storch