Live Or Die
Verse
Yo I roll with Godbod
Prayin fearin nobod
My life belong to Hi
So I don't need a shot
You ain't got no peace at hom
Ridin, cryin on the phon
Puffin la
Ready to di
So you huffin on your chrom
So if the Ruff wanna rid
The Ruff gotta di
Just like if Puff wanna wal
Then Puff gotta li
People just don't understan
I spit it righteousl
But you get your life righ
And you might just b
Got you candy-coated sweet-lon
With the feet o
Clockin dollars everyda
But you know you livin wron
So just livin life in this war like it's a game
All alone and never knowin the peropse why they cam
In the streets they learn to kil
In the club they pack stee
And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't rea
So they learn to throw slug
Like they learn to sold drug
A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thu
Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gon
Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wron
But it kills me to see those thugs that don't car
When they die leavin' children behin
It ain't fai
Some wanna rid
Some wanna di
But heres your chance to live o
Choru
Live or di
'Cuz the way that you live's gonna be the way that you di
Look what you wanna d
Live or di
I know you claim to be rea
I see the thug in your ey
So what you wanna d
Live or di
'Cuz the way that you come's gonna be the way that you g
Now what you wanna d
Live or di
All the dough that you make you can't take when you g
East Coas
Name one get som
Yo we got this her
Predestened by the Lor
You can't stop this her
I roll with the real one
'Bout to drop this her
Your visions kinda blury
We 'bout to make this clea
Lil Wayne I know you hurtin' 'cuz you lost your pop
The block was so hot you had to slang that roc
Thugs grillin' ya so you sleep with your gloc
Thuggin' hard up in my lif
Dogg I had to sto
Saw my my man last yea
He just got locke
Escaped from the hoo
Just like Lo
Didn't wanna get sho
End up just like Pa
Or end up in the flames
'Cuz It's just too ho
Yeah, I heard your albu
And Baby boy it was wa
Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the trac
While you flowin in the studio and sippin' that cogia
What you spittin but not livi
I'm tired of this phonie ac
Sold your soul, had to pay to play tghe gam
'Cuz as soon as you make that chedder son, you'll never be the sam
You forgot from which you came and you suckers are still lam
Like Tony Montana and his wac rap gam
Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate yo
I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can't relate to
Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate yo
Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate yo
But I don't immitate you and I don't player hate yo
But I'm prayin' for your souls that hell's fire escape yo
I know the game ain't the same and the fame is what you clai
But I'm tellin' you Playboy you gotta pay to play the gam
Choru
West Coast
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