Song | Live By The Gun - Album Version (Explicit) |
Artist | Tony Yayo |
Album | So Seductive |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Bernard, Edwards | |
Yeah, yo word up man | |
******* cold out here man, ******* toes is killing me man | |
******* been on the block all day man | |
But you know | |
I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man | |
******* man, yo man listen | |
Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture | |
Little *******z coming up will ******* try to murda ya | |
The 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 nena, 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 | |
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 keep me strong, hope keep me happy | |
But I'm only human so these *******z wanna clap me | |
The drug game over but there's money to make | |
So *******z clappin' at *******z to raise the crime rate | |
You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
*******z push me for sho | |
I'm gonna pull it | |
Material objects got the world crooked | |
In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke *******t | |
Snakes in the grass, be on that bull*******t | |
*******s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
Guns get blast, *******z on that shook *******t | |
So live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
The rhymes you spit can embarass the city | |
Well, my game bag names like | |
Paris and | |
NikkiLoad the semi | |
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 | |
Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash | |
China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave | |
Same coke that got | |
Whitney in the rehab | |
Up early in the morning 'cuz there's money to earn' | |
Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm | |
We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes | |
Got my spot looking like a soul train line | |
******* doin' time, | |
I'm trying to progress | |
Get that money man ******* serve your projects | |
Hustlin' homie thats all | |
I knowIn the summer time | |
I can make the whole strip snow | |
You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
*******z push me for sho', | |
I'm gonna pull it | |
Material objects got the world crooked | |
In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke *******t | |
Snakes in the grass, be on that bull*******t | |
*******s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
Guns get blast, *******z on that shook *******t | |
So live by the gun or die by the bullet |
zuo qu : Bernard, Edwards | |
Yeah, yo word up man | |
cold out here man, toes is killing me man | |
been on the block all day man | |
But you know | |
I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man | |
man, yo man listen | |
Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture | |
Little z coming up will try to murda ya | |
The 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 nena, 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 | |
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 keep me strong, hope keep me happy | |
But I' m only human so these z wanna clap me | |
The drug game over but there' s money to make | |
So z clappin' at z to raise the crime rate | |
You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
z push me for sho | |
I' m gonna pull it | |
Material objects got the world crooked | |
In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
So live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
The rhymes you spit can embarass the city | |
Well, my game bag names like | |
Paris and | |
NikkiLoad the semi | |
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 | |
Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash | |
China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave | |
Same coke that got | |
Whitney in the rehab | |
Up early in the morning ' cuz there' s money to earn' | |
Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm | |
We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes | |
Got my spot looking like a soul train line | |
doin' time, | |
I' m trying to progress | |
Get that money man serve your projects | |
Hustlin' homie thats all | |
I knowIn the summer time | |
I can make the whole strip snow | |
You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
z push me for sho', | |
I' m gonna pull it | |
Material objects got the world crooked | |
In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
So live by the gun or die by the bullet |
zuò qǔ : Bernard, Edwards | |
Yeah, yo word up man | |
cold out here man, toes is killing me man | |
been on the block all day man | |
But you know | |
I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man | |
man, yo man listen | |
Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture | |
Little z coming up will try to murda ya | |
The 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 nena, 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 | |
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 keep me strong, hope keep me happy | |
But I' m only human so these z wanna clap me | |
The drug game over but there' s money to make | |
So z clappin' at z to raise the crime rate | |
You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
z push me for sho | |
I' m gonna pull it | |
Material objects got the world crooked | |
In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
So live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
The rhymes you spit can embarass the city | |
Well, my game bag names like | |
Paris and | |
NikkiLoad the semi | |
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 | |
Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash | |
China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave | |
Same coke that got | |
Whitney in the rehab | |
Up early in the morning ' cuz there' s money to earn' | |
Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm | |
We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes | |
Got my spot looking like a soul train line | |
doin' time, | |
I' m trying to progress | |
Get that money man serve your projects | |
Hustlin' homie thats all | |
I knowIn the summer time | |
I can make the whole strip snow | |
You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
z push me for sho', | |
I' m gonna pull it | |
Material objects got the world crooked | |
In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
So live by the gun or die by the bullet |