Live By The Gun Lyrics
The song Live By The Gun is performed by Tony Yayo in the album named Thoughts of a Predicate Felon in the year 2005 .
Send Live By The Gun Ringtone to your Cell
Yeah, yo word up man
f**king cold out here man, f**king toes is killing me man
f**king been on the block all day man
But you know I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man
f**k man, yo man listen
Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture
Little niggaz coming up will f**king 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 nena, 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 for 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 gra*s, be on that bullshit
Niggas thats a*s 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 embara*s 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
Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash
China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave
Same coke that got Whitney in the rehab
Up early in the morning 'cuz there's money to earn
'Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm
We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes
Got my spot looking like a soul train line
f**k doin' time, I'm trying to progress
Get that money man nigga serve your projects
Hustlin' homie thats all I know
In the summer time I can make the whole strip snow
You can live by the gun or die by the bullet
Niggaz push me for 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 gra*s, be on that bullshit
Niggas thats a*s stay with the full clip
Guns get blast, niggaz on that shook shit
So live by the gun or die by the bullet
