Live By The Gun lyrics
Song information
Artist: Tony Yayo Album: Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon
Lyrics
Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture Little niggaz coming up will fucking try to murda ya The d's not out so the coast is clear But its 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 Im 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 im only human so these niggaz wanna clap me The drug game over but theres money to make So niggaz clappin at niggaz to raise the crime rate
The rhymes u spit can embarass the city Well my game bag names like paris and nikki Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back New york city everything move fast Little 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 cuz theres money to earn Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm We nicks trieze twenties and dimes Got my spot looking like a soul train line Fuck doin time, im trying to progress Get that money man nigga serve ur projects Hustlin homie thats all I know In the summer time I can make the whole strip snow
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"Thoughts Of A Predicate Felon" album track list
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