Livin` 2 Die Lyrics

Livin` 2 Die lyrics

Top Authority in the house







Uhh



We are slowly for surely dyin, I'm sittin back home cryin, tryin to cope



Watchin over young ones, young Gz comin up slangin ....



Livin ????? you're either dead or bein it, that's why you're locked up



but I guess hopin, black and bein a ....., ever to much to smoke



For these coppers, don't like us, the MC's they try us



Roll em up and shake em up and talk your game and see who's the tightest



and I is, messed up but it's especially the truth about my feelings



Tryin ta make millions, but ain't seen the millions, so I'm stickin the



...... dealins



Assisted, assisted the case, you missed the ...., it's feelin



Forget suckin up *?deevy?* cos you ...... need to sing it



If you're rated G, you're wit me til I D-I-E



That's why we're livin 2 die







Chorus:







Livin 2 die, gotta do my time



Livin 2 die, they ask me why do I get high



I'm livin 2 die, cos I gotta do my time



Livin 2 die, they ask me why do I get high







It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the



block



Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot (Damn, man)



Whole corner blocked off



When my homey did a little dirt, that's why he got knocked off



But skip that, me and my homey go back like 8-tracks



and while I'm steady drinkin, I'm simply thinkin of that payback



No time for layback, cos it's time to go do these busters



Run thru these busters, and work out back on who dees busters



As we creep, hope we creep up right behind em



This here is weak, ain't gonna sleep until we find em



let em know, what they did, bust em straight up



They took my homey away so now I'ma take their whole click



Get matter-of-fact, I know where one of dem busters live



And it gonna be drama when we pull him out his momma's crib



Unload the gauges and the Tek 9's



These busters try to check mines, it's time they respect mines



And hit em right where it hurt



Straight chop em off in the dirt, cos only way they goin out is in a hearse



The simple fact is I don't know why



I guess the same world we was given got us livin 2 die







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Livin 2 die, gotta do my time



Livin 2 die, they ask me why do I get high



High







Livin in fear, I know this grave shhhh, brothers are killin brothers over



stupid shhh



Over material items and ....., 40 tips



I will toss that crook or that ......, cos you'll learn



criminals earn every second, most infected by terms



Hittin their hearse can provide you better protection



Chucked out in this war, stand by the lord and take safety of a Smith &



Wessun



And stand by your door, cos your door can get kicked in



Cos it's messed up where we're livin, cause this black-on-black blastin



And it bring so much pain, but in the game, you know some days it rain



Tricks runnin their mouth, tryin to frame a brother on 'caine



It's so messed up, man, they ask me why do I stay high



Smokin on fo'-fifty-fo' flight got me livin 2 die







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