Live By The Gun Lyrics

Live By The Gun lyrics

[Intro] 

What the fuck is the deal its the talk of New York Tony Yayo (G-G-G Unit) 

Yeah, Yo word up man, its fucking cold out here man, my fucking toes is killin
me man (its fucking brick)

i fucking been on the block all day man but u know i mean i gotta get this
money run sleek snow...... 



[Verse 1] 

Yo we project living 

With plastic on the furniture, 

Little niggaz coming up will 

Fucking try to murda ya 

The D's not out so the coast is clear 

But its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear 

Everybody got a nena everybody got a vest 

New York City is the arena of death 

Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard 

Seeing more d's than a damn report card 

Everybody rap now 

Follow they dreams im a call my clientele man and 

Sign all my fiends same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes 

All day in the spot by a dirty stove trials keep me strong 

Hope keep me happy, but im only human so these niggaz wanna clap me 

The drug game over but theres money to make so niggaz clappin at niggaz 

To raise the crime rate 



[Chorus] 

you can live by the gun or die by the bullet 

niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it 

material objects got the world crooked 

in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit 

snakes in the grass be on that bullshit 

niggas thats ass stay with the full clip 

guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit 

so live by the gun or die by the bullet 



[Verse 2] 

Tthe rhymes u spit can embarass the city 

Well my game bag names like paris and nikki 

Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack 

You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back 

New York City everything move fast little girls get 

Pregnant throw they baby in the trash 

China white wizzy movin quickly on the ave same coke 

That got whitney in the re-hab 

Up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn cuz the early bird 

Be the one that catch the worm we nicks trieze twenties and dimes got my spot
looking like a soul train

line 

Fuck doin time, im trying to progress, get that money man nigga serve ur
projects 

Hustlin homie thats all i know in the summer time i can make the whole strip
snow 



[Chorus]

you can live by the gun or die by the bullet 

niggaz push me for sho im gonna pull it 

material objects got the world crooked 

in my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit 

snakes in the grass be on that bullshit 

niggas thats ass stay with the full clip 

guns get blast niggaz on that shook shit 

so live by the gun or die by the bullet