Lyrics:
start lying
Toting those 9's, even throwing up signs
No peace,
Got nothing live for, Deceased
By the hands of that 4-4 (Clack Clack)
Pull the hammer
tense
So I like to live my life like a big carnival
Get drunk, act like an animal
I like the rock'n rolll, the funk, the jazz and hip-hop
Suckers get
hands,
Mr Worldwide,
Redone,
And the beautiful Jennifer Lopez,
Dale
We don't believe in defeat,
That's why we're back for a three-peat
Hi
hands
Mr Worldwide
Redone
And the beautiful Jennifer Lopez
Dale
We don't believe in defeat
That's why we're back for a three-peat
Hi Jenny,
and Gentlemen
This is your captain speaking
Please fasten your seatbelt
This flight is about to take off
Hey.. live it loud
Live it bold.. live it aloud
Yehey
You live by the gun die by the gun
Ain't nowhere to hide nowhere to run
From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
In the heart of the slums that's
at three
What's the chances of you rollin' wit me?
Back to the crib, show ya how I live
Let's get drunk'n forget what we did
I'mma buy you a drank
Then
a match stick and
Blaze it on up
Purp in the cup
Help to show 'em where we from
Third coast trillness
Home of the Bun
Ought to have fun
If you want to live
shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Music to live by, music to die by
"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas
Uhh, Music
Countin' green
All the way live
Re-remember you don't stop
And, and, and, and you don't stop
Rock, rock the spot
Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah
Countin' green
All the way live
Re-remember you don't stop
And, and, and, and you don't stop
Rock, rock the spot
Stick 'em and you don't stop, hah
now (I rock Gucci now)
Gucci by the pound
I got Gucci on my coochie (Gucci)
All these niggas wanna do me (do me)
Any nigga that you ask
they gon tell
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 fuck you live
I don't give a fuck what they say about ya
We gon' pull up on ya
We gon' see ya about ya
Now your body rotting
It's three bad guys in
touched the white
Need my whip customized
Shawty come in clutch at night
Aye, clutch like Kyrie with the three
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie
Money over hoes (that guap) 3 way nigga
I got niggas throwing 4s (3 way 4 way)
I got problems
I got niggas dead and gone (all my niggas)
I got young
from nothing
Can't fault her for wanting something
She love men that can afford (ooh, yeah)
She wants to
Live fancy
Trips to Monaco
Designer
to the see, it's easy as.."
"1-2-3"
"DJ"
"Hi-Tek why'all" -> Inspectah Deck
"Collaborate, break bread with.." -> Pete Rock
"Donte" -> Main Flo
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
arrogant
That money was staggering
They locked me PC with them trannies and rat
Man that shit was embarrassing
Twenty three hours in the cell by myself
Man
the pockets and all the jewelry
Glass shattering, blastin, niggas scatterin
Scat, takin three to four to the back
I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast
Show
education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 watt amps, 18's in the trunk
When I'm on the street, you
Gotta feel my beat, so
Throw your hands up if
I'm like whatever shorty rock
We can swing it like that
Cause on the real this is where it's at.
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by
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