Lyrics:
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I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
Who I name William
just
Keepin' it live,Keepin' it we make you say
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh
ah-ah-ah-ah-ah,ah-ahh,ah-ah-ahh
Verse Two:
And if
I drank all night
Grind all day
Rap hustling getting money either way
I live so good
Live like a star
Two or three G's spend it all at the bar
I done
down honey by that door
Wait for no one anymore
Crying tender with your arms spread wide
Hold on cry not anymore
I don't worry what dress you wear
with the burna's holdin' down B-R
There lived a jealous kid that was mislead
by anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead
(He said) Me and you are
you back door by your circle
You live by the gun, you die by it comes full circle
Then end up get buried by the one that birth you
Only on a shirt
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
you down, be ready to strike
Howling at the moon like we own this night
One little, two little, three little, four
The wolves are around and we're
Like colts about the waste. So Annie, now--
Have we not known each other all our lives?
I do beseech you by the love you bear
Him and his children not
long in a gunfight
Manna get shit up
Yeah, heads get pricked off
If I know where you live
Doors get kicked off
Then plenty of shots get licked off
Bill
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
(Ah yeah, oh no, the train, the train)
(Every two or three years the train kills somebody)
(Every two, three years, yup)
(Everyone knows about
brighter than a lighthouse
She like how I lay the pipe down
Top middle hitter reporting live from the back now
Shall not fear the arrow that flies by day
comes by and takes my kids to Istanbul
The guy next door just bought his son a brand new saxophone
The man behind me sued him cause his hogs were
It's a Midwest thang
What you think we live on a farm? Nigga be for real!
We got Benz's Rovers' and Jag's, Hummer's and Deville's
Got a green
And after this one night, I went to my bed room and I shut the door and I kneeled down by
My bed, and I knew this was important, I knew this decision
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
three
Come with my first diddy-deed
[ Brother J ]
1-2, 1-2
Hm... F.T.P., F.T.P.
Same old gee with the same strategy
See a [edited] em on down
Chrous 2
Christian Dior
Look like I live in a Porsche
My whip stupid can’t open the door
That bitch left but she asking for more
Push a button
4 door Porsche is extra spacious
Same entourage no extra faces
Hands down the best no explanations
And to the top is the next destination
There
the, we the
You know who the fuck we are, but if you don't know by now
We the 2UO, me, AD, 2UO, lets run it up
I got goosebumps
Oh shit, energy in
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
the world can't hide
Genocide niggas killing up they own kind
Murder, murder
Is something that I can't help
I even had to ride on some niggas by myself
I live
through the door
That’s my type
Can you picture this
Our lives racing
And we’re just pacing
I can definitively picture this
I know you do too
I knew it
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