"Living To Die" lyrics
"Living To Die"
We live and we die
We live and we die, yeah
We live and we die
We living to die, yeah
We live and we die
We live then we die, yeah
We live and we die
We live and we die
Yeah, yeah
We live and we die
Don't live to just die way
Bullets keep flying
It's nowhere to hide away
We're living to die
Living, you're just living to die
Yeah
We live and we die
Don't live to just die way
Bullets keep flying
It's nowhere to hide away
We're living to die
Living, you're just living to die
Yeah
I know, you know
We know you ain't gon' make it
We gon' make it
Paranoia played a major part
Don't let them crackers make you talk
Protect your soul, save your heart
Before you got a plank to walk, yeah
We live to die, and most niggas is living lies
And talkin' 'bout flippin' pies and hoppin' out different rides
That's when I know they fake I catch a different vibe
And it's vibrant in hindsight, behind him
Lights get to flashing as you hear the siren
One of them niggas is rattin', one who sit beside him
The rain starts to pour, it's lightning
Real grim, the lights dim
Sun been down for hours, we gon' say it's like ten
Lil' nigga with the gun think ain't nobody like him
Soul darker than a motherfucker but he lightskinned
Down for whatever attitude, but he might snitch
Can't even leave his porch
Lil' nigga such a flight risk
All he do all day is play the night shift
All he do all day is play the night shift
We live and we die
Don't live to just die way
Bullets keep flying
It's nowhere to hide away
We're living to die
Living, you're just living to die
Yeah
We live and we die
Don't live to just die way
Bullets keep flying
It's nowhere to hide away
We're living to die
Living, you're just living to die
Yeah
I know, you know
We know you ain't gon' make it
We gon' make it
Gang shit, nigga
Probably hang me on that crucifix
For sinning with these hooligans
Tend to let it breathe, you see the smoke come out the cooling kit (Grr, bang)
The mansions with the pool and shit
Dreams about these sucka niggas doing shit
Pull up and you wet 'em, don't care who they hit
Niggas had the baddest week
Wake up in a sweat, she sucked me back to sleep
Killers and a driver how we pack the V
Def, though
Took a couple plates, but I fed though (I fed though)
He ain't graduate, but he got sergeant in the set though (Gang, gang)
Sad shit, plug fronted flips that I backflipped
Pull up with a bitch, she all attitude and accent
Up in California, had the pack sent
Throwaway phones how we track shit
The nine didn't do him, so we Mac shit (Grr, bang)
Painting pictures and I pray my daughter never see 'em
Who you rapping' 'bout?
We see you, then you better be him
Painting pictures and I pray my daughter never see 'em (Gang)
Who you rapping' 'bout?
We see him, nigga better be him (Gang, gang)
We live and we die
Don't live to just die way
Bullets keep flying
It's nowhere to hide away
We're living to die
Living, you're just living to die
Yeah
We live and we die
Don't live to just die way
Bullets keep flying
It's nowhere to hide away
We're living to die
Living, you're just living to die
Yeah
I know, you know
We know you ain't gon' make it
We gon' make it
Yeah
Ahh
Ahh
Yeah
Ahh
Ahh
Yeah
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Rahjon M Ii Cox
- AZLyrics
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- Tsu Surf Lyrics
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