Live by the Gun

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Tony Yayo

Marvin Bernard (born on March 31, 1978), better known by his stage name Tony Yayo, is a rapper and member of the hip hop group G-Unit. Tony Yayo was brought up in South Jamaica, Queens, New York and is longtime friends with 50 Cent and Lloyd Banks. He is signed to 50 Cent's record label G-Unit Records and recently signed a deal with EMI to release his second untitled album. He is CEO to the label G-Unit Philly. more »

Year:

2005

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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
F*ck man, yo man listen

Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture
Little niggas comin' up will fucki' try to murda' ya
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 nina. 
Everybody got a vest
New York City's the arena of death
Yo the strip movin' slow, but everybody goin' hard
Seein' more D's than a damn report card
Everybody rap now, following these dreams
I'm a call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends
Same gear for a week, wearin' dirty cloths
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 want to clap me
The drug game over, but there's money to make
So niggas clappin' at niggas who raise that crime rate

[Chorus]
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
You niggas push me, for sure I'm goin' pull it
Material objects got the world crooked
In my hood, they hustle, and be on that good 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 morning, 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
F*ck doin' time, I'm tryin' to progress
Get that money, nigga, serve ya projects
Hustlin' homie, that's all I know
In the summertime, I could make the whole strip snow

[Chorus]

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