Lyrics:
young nigga
Live we fly down in New Orleans
Get it percolatin
You smell me, keep that fire green circulating
Thugged Out with Cash Money
Guns
Want me to bring back dat Gangsta shit
Lay with you bitch watching Netflix
Lay with yo bitch with da fire stick
Come in here playing Ima fire dat
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
BY YA (bzz bzzt) in sun fire - see'mon!
What why'all need to do is throw that shit up, shit up
For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut
What
I live the life of a thug, sold many of drugs
Whatever you name it, I've done
Laid a few cats down, I'm on some new shit now
I tell you whatever you
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
to live again
Now is time to live
And spread love and mek it rain
For all we do can be undone
So let's come together
One for all and all for one
(all
run up in ya resident
Say hello to the baddest bitch ya ever met
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
Sawed-off followed by the Mossberg Pump
When I
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
what, losin' your head
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed
Juvenile faction of hard, you say you're livin' large
You're the head nigga in charge
a blaze in the dark
Fire in the night
One by one, pictures gather round me
Where those moonflowers used to grow
Lost no more, spectres gather round here
what you say
'Cause their ain't no stallin'
When the death come callin'
The man that lives by the pistol
Dies by the smokin' gun (gun)
I think I
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
Spent time as a youth up in Spofford
Juvenile detentions
By '89 he was sentenced once
Out of the year, he did 6 months
Give or take
Maybe longer 'cause he
Uh!
Zukko with the fire
PJ with the flow
Uh!
Meji is the one
Bright lights ma nigga my future's full of bright lights (Facts)
Married to the game
[Chorus]
I live the life of a thug
Sold many of drugs
Whatever you name it, I've done
Laid a few cats down
I'm on some new shit now
I tell you
It's clear you have a death wish
And from what I hear, your latest dish
Lives for you, and scares you half to death
You bend over backwards
Yo this is flavor for the non believes
Sit back take a seat and don't forget to pass the weed
And by the way this is all the way live
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class
So when report cards
Well there was a time when life caught you by surprise.
What you see going by is a shadow.
You've got to live in front of your eyes.
In a typical
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
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