Lyrics:
To stop moving like a criminal is what I try,
But you live by the road's, by the road's how you die,
I'm real in every situation, make man humble like pie,
2014
I Took the first right
Left, then right again
Walking down Bay Street
Where the sirens parade
This is Staten Island
Run by Italian
Street gangs
thing that
Could teach me right from wrong
Used to listen to Hank Williams try
To live out all his songs
Yeah, I've been around them cowboys
I grew up in
Verse 1:
Austin representer to the end
By time I was ten I was long gone
I was on that east side boy, no Lil Jon
I would with my grandma making
looking out for me
The ladies, they go wild for me
Back to the front, left to the right
And everybody up in the balcony
You can tell by my accent that
comes to snakin girls I get as crooked as loaded dice
Pullin women can't no man compete
I nut 'em all from the Great Wall down to Wall Street
So..
a crook with a deal
If my record don't sell I'ma rob and steal
You better recognize, nigga, I'm straight from the street
These industry niggas is
not by
Trinkets and
Letters to David Cameron but
To live freely
To live
Crawling upon astroturf
Wailing like some sort of mad
Evangelist
We don't
We
Machiavelli, I'm in the studio drunk then a motherfucker
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild,
Live, for all my dogs, for all my dogs out
the road slowly
So the record gets pushed by Sony
I'm in the middle like monie
And the press say that
My own people disowned me
And the best way back
Is
tomorrow
You can catch me in the studio
If i’m falling im planing to get back on my feet
God is in control he ain’t gone leave me on the street
Ima teach his
me
We've come a long way since H.O.C. (watch)
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990, I (I)
Live by the beat, I die by the beat, like
to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
(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
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might
back shots
Fiendin' for this dick like it's laced with the crack rock
This music like dope and the studio the stash spot
I'm nice with the flow so hot
today
Fuck a future, fuck my past, Imma live another day
So I'm chilling drinking Daniel's right under this fucking palm tree
Pussy boy you try hard but
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
[Chorus]
Ride with us; take you to a level that you never seen
Puttin' in work just to live the dream, for those that said we couldn't
Live this life
it's 'cause we live by the code, reputation to uphold
Makin' me the one they gotta take the spot from
I be tryna laugh with the bros but they can't
the hood
But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood
It ain't about where you at, it's about where you from
If you ever go back they might hit
into the machine
"This is a dangerous place, He held a gun against my head, I wouldn't like to live here"
And immediately got set on by a street gang
[Angie Martinez]
Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets
From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B.
When it drops it's game over,
It’s 'Pac, Makaveli
I'm in the studio drunk than a motherfucka
Ready to freestyle this shit, and do it wild
Live, for all my dogs
Fo all my dogs out
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