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Tony Yayo

Live By The Gun

 

Live By The Gun

(album: G-Unit Radio Pt.11: Raw-N-Uncut - 2005)


[Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}]
Yeah!
Yo word up man! {"THOUGHTS OF A PREDICATE FELON"!}
It's fucking cold out here man. {ALBUM...!}
My fucking toes is killing me man. (it's fucking brick!) {JUNE 28!}
I fucking been on the block all day man, {TONY YAYO!}
I gotta get this money run sleek snow, you know man? (red eyez!)
Fuck man! (we've got 20 hours!)
Yo man listen! (yeah!) (whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!)

[Verse 1:]
Yo! We project living with plastic on the furniture,
Lil' niggaz coming up will fucking try to murda ya. [gunshot]
The D's not out! So the Coast is clear!
But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear. {Whoooooo!}
Everybody got a Nina! [gun cocks] 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. {TONY YAYO!}
Everybody rap now; follow they dreams {"RAW-N-UNCUT"!}
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 {Whoooooo!} keep me strong! Hope keep me happy!
But I'm only human so these niggaz wanna clap me. [automatic gunshots]
The drug game over but there's money to make
So niggaz [shot] clapping at niggaz to raise the crime rate. [shot]

[Chorus:]
You can live by the gun [shot] or die by the bullet!
Niggaz push me fo' sho' I'm gonna pull it. [shot]
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood they hustle! And be on the juoke shit.
Snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
Niggas that's ass stay with the full clip! [gun loaded]
Guns get blast! [shot] Niggaz on that shook shit {CAN'T FORGET...}
So live by the gun or die by the bullet! {TRIEVES SECOND!}

[Verse 2:]
The rhymes you spit can embarass the city
Well my game bag names like Paris and Nikki. {U.K.!}
Load the Semi! [2 gun cocks] 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,
Lil' girls get pregnant throw they baby in the trash.
China white wizzy moving quickly on the Ave
Same coke that got Whitney in the re-hab. {Whooooooooooooooooooo Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
Up early in the morning, cause there's money to earn
Cause the early bird be the one that catch the worm. [Eminem:] (DJ Whoooooo Kiiiiiiiiiid!)
We got nicks! Trieze! 20s and dimes!
Got my spot looking like a Soul Train line.
Fuck doing time! I'm trying to progress,
Get that money man nigga serve your projects. {HAHA!}
Hustling homie that's all I know
In the summer time I can make the whole strip snow. {NON STOP!}

[Chorus:]
You can live by the gun [shot] or die by the bullet!
Niggaz push me fo' sho', I'm gonna pull it. [shot]
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood they hustle! And be on the juoke shit.
Snakes in the grass be on that bullshit
Niggas that's ass stay with the full clip! [gun loaded] {MARCUS FRESH!}
Guns get blast! [shot] Niggaz on that shook shit
So live by the gun or die by the bullet! {BLAST TO DO THIS!}

Whoooooo!
CAN'T FORGET... [2 gun cocks]
SHA MONEY... XL!

[Interlude: Mike Epps]
Did they uuh... Whoo Kid, man you are cool, brother I'm telling you, man!
But it sounds like you're damn bored!
It sound like your arms an' yo' ears are sweat off like boxing...

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