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Raekwon

Live To Die

 

Live To Die

(앨범: Fly International Luxurious Art - 2015)


Ayo gas station Sammy, rich nigga live in Miami
They killed him and lived with his family
He was drunk spazzing on a young nigga with cash
They did the best to him, whooped his ass
Bloody out, his ear was ripped, they know he loved his music
They poked him twice, his gear was ripped
Ninja style, niggas whipped him with a Benz belt, broke his arm
Crushed his Audemars with whelps
On his face, they was slapping him, fake ass rapper
Old ass gun, pussy get Tinactin
Medicine face, nigga, they opened his mouth
A few gold fell out, wheel him out
He thinking he a gangsta? Quit playing, listening to Sid and them
Because he sat up in bed to bid with 'em
Fishcakes, bubblegum shrimps in his Timbs
He had 12 and a half on, only wore 10
Niggas is lame, and I'm saying
All that hard, no damn frame, how you playin'?
Thought you bubble with the big Willies, flying in fast cars
And get busy, now he sitting there looking dizzy
Don't look at Chef, nigga look at your rep
What dinosaur game you playin'? They playing death
Tax man coming, you can feel it
Besides, hold the ratchets in both arms
They gave it to him, peel it

[Hook x2:]
Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings
We don't know no other way, just get millions
Pyrex kings and the cartels connected
Scars there, put your money up [?]

Indian Femi from Toronto
Him and his horse, [?], two wild sopranos
Running through ice, and niggas fall back
They bumped in the crunch, [?]
Used to wash them niggas up for chump change
Something was strange, feds was listening, ran out of the gun range
Son I feel vibes, not knowing this was the time
To get away, but they rolled on alive
Black freeze out of the bushes, [?]
Big three pound, four of them were beams
When they rushed him they cuffed him, we cussed them
Yo what the fuck? You doing life, lil' nigga, who the sucker, what?
Black was mad, he went for the cop's mag
They started [?], the shot rang, that's bad
Black fellow was [?], like 33 Ds
Let off 100 shots, went mad

[Hook x2:]
Kill niggas, let it die, live with the feelings
We don't know no other way, just get millions
Pyrex kings and the cartels connected
Scars there, put your money up [?]

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