Live By The Gun

Yeah

Yo, Word up man

Fuckin' cold out here, man. My fuckin' toes is killin me, man

I fuckin' been on the block all day, man

But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man

Fuck man, yo man listen

Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture

Little niggas comin' up, will fuckin' try to murda ya

D's not out, so the coast is clear

But it's gettin' hard to sleep with this roach in my ear

Everybody got a nina, everybody got a vest

New York City's the arena of death

Yo the strip movin' slow, but everybody goin' hard

Seein more Ds than a damn report card

Everybody rap now, followin' these dreams

I'mma call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends

Same gear for a week, wearin' 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 niggas wanna clap me

The drug game over, but there's money to make

So niggas clappin' at niggas that raise that crime rate

You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet

You niggas push me, for sure I'm gon' pull it

Material objects got the world crooked

In my 'hood, they hustle, and be on that juoke shit

Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit

Niggas that's ass, stay with a full clip

Guns get blast, niggas on that shook shit

So live by the gun, or die by the bullet

The rhymes you spit could embarrass the city

When my game bag names like Paris and Nikki

Load the semi, I'm in the spot carvin' the crack

You stunt, I'll leave my bullets lodged in ya back

New York City, everything move fast

Little girls get pregnant, throw they baby in the trash

China white whizzy movin' quickly on the Ave

The same dope that Whitney in the rehab

Up early in the mornin', 'cause there's money to earn

'Cause the early bird, be the one that catch the worm

We got nicks, tres, twenties and dimes

Got my spot lookin' like a Soul Train line

Fuck doin' time, I'm tryin' to progress

Get that money, nigga, serve ya' projects

Hustlin' homie, that's all I know

In the summer time, I could make the whole strip snow

You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet

You niggas push me, for sure I'm gon' pull it

Material objects got the world crooked

In my 'hood, they hustle, and be on that juoke shit

Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit

Niggas that's ass, stay with a full clip

Guns get blast, niggas on that shook shit

So live by the gun, or die by the bullet

-- Synced by NoMan --