Game Let Us Live Lyrics

Let Us Live Lyrics

Yeah, Scott Storch



[The Game]

Yo I'm hoping out a Phantom
with a' iced out medallion

Stallions on both arms, rocks on both
charms

My Dominican chick looking like Scarface sister

Red and
curly and she wake me up early

Cus hustlers hit the block when police
change shifts

New York, California different toilet, same shit

In
Brooklyn I rock Timberlands

Still toast cinnamon

Been gangster way
before he dropped many men

Liquor in my system, voice raspy who I sound
like?

Don't ask me that's my nigga we classy

Him and Montega Jada
our style superior to haters

You can catch me in the latest Marvin
Gaters

Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly cause I'm papered up

Why
these niggas keep hating on my Phantom

I be out in Atlanta and body
tapping I'm probably strapped

Toast it up niggas



[Chorus:
Chrisette Michelle]

All my hoods on the real dark side of the track

No sunny sky's just really black

We live real down here, Lord let us
live

No playing around here, Lord let us live

Don't hate my hood
just hate my shine

We coming out we on our grind

We live real down
here, Lord let us live

We coming outta here, Lord let us live



[The Game]

Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?

Gangsta rap is where I live just knock on the front door

Niggas stunt
more than Jackie Chan

What the fuck them faggots saying?

Nothing
when I walk in the club with the gat in hand

Take 'em back to '94 shooing
out a Astro van

Banging was the blueprint money was the master plan

Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins

Rob niggas take they money
shoot straight to the bank then

Head to the barbershop to get chopped
up

Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up

Who snitching,
who pitching and who knocked up

Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I
trust

Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement

Hustlers don't sleep nigga we work the grave shift

Fuck that long money
nigga get paid quick

And don't save shit



[Chorus: Chrisette
Michelle]

All my hoods on the real dark side of the track

No sunny
sky's just really black

We live real down here, Lord let us live

No
playing around here, Lord let us live

Don't hate my hood just hate my
shine

We coming out we on our grind

We live real down here, Lord
let us live

We coming outta here, Lord let us live



Lord
knows that money don't matter

Lord knows that status is badder

Lord
knows about the hood I live in

He's taking away but he's giving

Now
don't give me these cars

Don't give me these mansions

Don't hate me
just let me ride, Lord just give me light



[The Game]

I don't
hate Mobb Deep or M.O.P

That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like
a rat in a maze

And my legacy will never be that of a hater

Lyrical
rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers

It's the return of Gandhi

Criminal minded city behind me

Put it on my face to remind me

Of
all the shit I been through my physical presence, my pen too nice

My
first album sent you life

I should of put down the mic when Rakim left
Dre

No cleanup hitter so I was stranded on second base

I had to
steal third motherfucker that's my word

There's some Queens niggas try to
put me back on the curb

I was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas

I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas

Like Snoop or
Suge I'm in the coupe I'm good

Mothafuckas make way



[Chorus:
Chrisette Michelle]

All my hoods on the real dark side of the track

No sunny sky's just really black

We live real down here, Lord let us
live

No playing around here, Lord let us live

Don't hate my hood
just hate my shine

We coming out we on our grind

We live real down
here, Lord let us live

We coming outta here, Lord let us live



[The Game]

Is that Michelle Chrisette

Black Wall, Coollie High,
Scott Storch, let's ride

'08 to infinity

California, New York

Scott Storch, Scott Storch...