"Livin Thug" lyrics
(feat. Kool G Rap & Nas)
Whole niggas hold gats, whole niggas get shot
My bitches ran cause I'm stupid, I put this shit on digital cam
Light up an ounce, let my bitches watch it on the television
Hell, I'm relentless, 50 a pop, sell it like minutes
But when I'm sleep all I see is a white skeleton image
It's tellin' me somethin', maybe it's my fellas I'm missin'
In hell, they want me
Been signs, all my day is gone bad and deals gone wrong
Makes me pump the gauge all mad
Niggas are foul, gassin' me
Tell me to kill cause I mighta, but real niggas tell me to chill
I let it ride for a minute, when they sleep, it's over
That's when I appear in the night like the reaper soldier
Street justice bitches got my name on double D cups
They need crutches when I done fuckin and beat it up
I opened up Shakespeare's tomb, stole his remains
And grinded his bones, then smoked it and got in the game
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
[?] gettin' rid of the gats
A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?
The city is trapped, bottles popped, phillies is cracked
Niggas is strapped, half bent, I'll and spillin' they yak
Car's tinted, my rap image too large to mimic
We marvin' and fake niggas dissolvin'
Minutes, there's codes to it, real killers, they know music
Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it
Courvoisier sippin', the slim niggas stay flippin'
My ways different, duck when the AK spittin'
It's more to it, verbal wise, we all fluent
And build life, this is how the dogs do it
Double-edged sword, ref for y'all seein' the board
See y'all home soon, it's better than seein' the morgue
What's the conflict, who wanna don with this?
For the streets strictly, we got the bombest shit
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
Pop a collar to that
We don niggas sit at the round table
And brown sables, chains hangin' down to the navel
Brooklyn and Queens connecting down fatal
Hold a four pound stable, why hesitate to rock a clown's cradle?
Get put in the dirt like a brown cable
Found from bloodhound nasals or deep in the river
Get found fatal, that shit y'all spit sound fable
America [?] style, knife in the anal
Who round to save you?
I'll leave you from waist down disabled
Face split like a round bagel
Found in a hospital gown with a crown stable
Don't wanna tangle with a gym star, spangle your shit
Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch
Single niggas out on the strip and bangin' a clip
Slugs from a desert eagle mangle a clip
A force of habit, for me to let it rip, a [?] addict
Never foulin' with a silent but I toss the cabage
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
Pop a collar to that
My bitches ran cause I'm stupid, I put this shit on digital cam
Light up an ounce, let my bitches watch it on the television
Hell, I'm relentless, 50 a pop, sell it like minutes
But when I'm sleep all I see is a white skeleton image
It's tellin' me somethin', maybe it's my fellas I'm missin'
In hell, they want me
Been signs, all my day is gone bad and deals gone wrong
Makes me pump the gauge all mad
Niggas are foul, gassin' me
Tell me to kill cause I mighta, but real niggas tell me to chill
I let it ride for a minute, when they sleep, it's over
That's when I appear in the night like the reaper soldier
Street justice bitches got my name on double D cups
They need crutches when I done fuckin and beat it up
I opened up Shakespeare's tomb, stole his remains
And grinded his bones, then smoked it and got in the game
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
[?] gettin' rid of the gats
A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?
The city is trapped, bottles popped, phillies is cracked
Niggas is strapped, half bent, I'll and spillin' they yak
Car's tinted, my rap image too large to mimic
We marvin' and fake niggas dissolvin'
Minutes, there's codes to it, real killers, they know music
Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it
Courvoisier sippin', the slim niggas stay flippin'
My ways different, duck when the AK spittin'
It's more to it, verbal wise, we all fluent
And build life, this is how the dogs do it
Double-edged sword, ref for y'all seein' the board
See y'all home soon, it's better than seein' the morgue
What's the conflict, who wanna don with this?
For the streets strictly, we got the bombest shit
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
Pop a collar to that
We don niggas sit at the round table
And brown sables, chains hangin' down to the navel
Brooklyn and Queens connecting down fatal
Hold a four pound stable, why hesitate to rock a clown's cradle?
Get put in the dirt like a brown cable
Found from bloodhound nasals or deep in the river
Get found fatal, that shit y'all spit sound fable
America [?] style, knife in the anal
Who round to save you?
I'll leave you from waist down disabled
Face split like a round bagel
Found in a hospital gown with a crown stable
Don't wanna tangle with a gym star, spangle your shit
Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch
Single niggas out on the strip and bangin' a clip
Slugs from a desert eagle mangle a clip
A force of habit, for me to let it rip, a [?] addict
Never foulin' with a silent but I toss the cabage
If you livin' thug, holla back
My bitches strippin' in the club, let the dollars stack
This ones for all my OG's and street scholar cats
And if a nigga act up, funeral call a cat
Pop a collar to that
