Lyrics:
I did it all for the two lined S
Stackin Cheddar could take forever
Tell the truth I’m blessed
Move on up from that futon
Your crew got plex
With
foul
From the tip of my head to the crack of my ass
She got busy so I called to the crew
You bitches know what to do
Hoes try to front like they
yo fuckin lip up
'cause money and murder is the code that I live by
Come to ya set and do a muthafuckin walk by
Deep in the game preparing for
succeeding at music
At leading the crew with a passion these niggas ain't move
'Cause they crashing and talent they rationing
I'll get a bat I might bash
Runnin' through the pissy stairwells, I ain't hear nothin'
Buggin', only thing I remember was the bullshit summon
So I stopped at the 2nd floor, ran
South Bronx, New York
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x3]
Is it live, live, live, live, live
(evil laughter)
[Verse one:]
I heard your CD is wack
Satisfied not until we make it
Praying norr norr till it happens
Yea Life I live is scary chasing upper with a roadster
We don’t have nothing buh we gone
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
(woo)
Please come get yo' ho (come get her bro)
She on six plus four (ten)
Twenty divided by two (ten)
This bitch fucked me and my crew (woo)
I know she
my well being
I used to hurry up and sell fee (2 for 5!)
Like I ain't worried for the jail scene (fuck cops)
'Til I got knocked, yeah observed in my
poppin pills if im stressin (Fuck molly)
Burdens are a b***
But that's somethin' I ain't sweatin (Never)
Inhale the good sh**
Exhale the bullsh**
Before we
when a nigga coming back
I ain't slept in three days and my family think it's crack
Legends die young so I'm picking up the slack
We can take it back
The pen, the sword, in accord
I got a taste for both
Original blows are critical
Rarely play the tropes
I live my life by the way
The one that I
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
the pastor, didn't know Pop had asthma
He pulled out his blue bible, change fell out his coat
Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope
Ooh! Rev ain't right,
but I still want mo'
Tde generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul
God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing
Can I proceed? Collect
say you
Something you ain't and now
Got to come prove it to us
I'm the focus but my name
Should've been mister don't
Give two f****, my brothers
With me
see i aint got nothing to loose
so ima roll around tha city smoken blunts with mah crew
when we CRUISE x2
get it then
You want it with me ain't no one said
You want it with me come get it then
Who want it with me ain't hear a thing
One time
Two times
Three
Crime stories
Boy, you get no glory
I'm not going to mislead my brothers
Crime stories, I'm tellin? ya right now, ah, will they talk? No glory
Scene III
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
wants to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When
the oak *Live Oak*
(Chorus)
I aint tryna play no more (x3) (momo nonono) (x2)
(V3)
I aint tryna play nomo, you know i gotta praise the Lord
You know
through)
I can't believe you would ever do that
(Yo, where you live at?)
(Ask your nigga where I stay at)
Can't you show me some respect?
(Please, he ain't
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