Lyrics:
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
(that you need)
keep it by the zip to the pound to the ki' (to the Ki')
used to grind for days all night (all night)
now I check my boys Bob P
trade in my shoes
Gimme the blues, hand my the booze
Strap on the fools, overabuse or misuse it
So I'm skatin' steady, datin' on the move to groove
I
subject
Girl said I'm special
Told her, God bless you
Get too close I don't trust you
Man Man might rush you
Round two, on me
Round three, on Bobby
A P
going to kill you
Slowly I turn, step by step, through the back window I crept
Silent as a mouse on the set while everybody in the house slept
I
live, but this way, all that's dead
So act like you know, black
It's the mega don, check the stat
Ninety-four, fakin no jacks
[chorus 2x]
[profes]
Check
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
Cool
before I rrrrock your face with a pool stick
Dirty, Dawnraid and Frontline, P-Money, Scribe, Savage and Con Psy
Everybody is feelin' that shit, I'm out
Vegas, leave crowds in amazement
And anything I do with my crew is outrageous
Bottle service, straight V.I.P.
With my nigga Rockadile, everything is for
(Chorus Eightball an Master P's x2)
(Suave House, No Limit soldiers x16)
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
your whole crew put 'em all in your pocket
If your feelin' sick rub it on with Vicks
'N take two to six of our sweet super mix
Your street time is
The Hennessy in memory of all my kennels
Gimme all yo shit dog
I take yo 2 cents if that’s all that you got you gone run it
Crabs in a bucket that’s gone stop
then we got this second line in for you
(Master P)
In for you
what about you and you
don't fuck with my crew
cause i'll do your
on beef and live real drama
Don't let the coupes twist you, we lettin' o's off
We out in this...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up
(P and Game
this bizarre
Rapper style used by me, the B.I.G. (b.i.g.)
I put my key you put your key in, money we'll be seein (c'mon)
Will reach the fuckin ceiling,
You'll be my lovin' woman
I'll be your lovin' man
We'll take the most from living
Have pleasure while we can
Two, three, four
Shah-la, la-la-la-la live
thinking to yourself like man
I'm trying to let these niggas live man I don't wanna do it to these niggas man but look
I feel like they want me to kill em
say na jazz
Gimme Igbo no Dey give me bazzz
Gimme me first no Dey give me last
Show ne brezzz no dey show me bra
Show me love no Dey call me boss
Making
Who wanna be a hero turn crews in to zeros
Deepthroat my 50cal turn ya face into a peep hole
My nigga D-Lo peep yo we get dirty
The modern-day lil
All got habits, marijuana to static
By two cats and coats with automatics (rrrah)
St. Louis is the Truth like Sojourner (what)
Don't need a burner,
the days, I knew rap would never die
I used to listen to Awesome-2 on WHBI
I used to hear all kind of rap groups before sampling loops
Rappers wore
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