The Game Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle) 歌词
Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle) Yo I''m hoping out a phantom With an iced out medallion Stallions on both arms Rocs on both charms My dominican chick looking like scarface sister Red and curly and she wake me up early Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts New york california different toilet same shit In brooklyn I rock timbalands Still toast cinammon Been gangsta 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 And that mind take a jeta I style superior The haters you can catch me in the later Ralph lauren suit tape it up Fly cause I''m papered up Why these niggas keep hatin on my phantom I be out in Atlanta and body tapping I''m probably strapped Toast it up Niggas My hoods on a real dark side of the track No sunny skies just really black We get real down here Lord Let Us Live No playing round here Lord Let Us Live Don''t hate my hood just hate my shine We coming out we on our grind We get real down here Lord Let Us Live We coming out here Lord Let Us Live Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store Gansta rap is why I live just knock on the front door Nigga stunt more than Jackie Chan What the fuck them faggits saying Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand Take them back to 94'' Shooting out a astrovan Banging was the blue print Money was the master plan Duffle bag full of grants and franklins Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank than Head to the barbershop to get chopped up Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up Who snitchin who pitching and who knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black aces standing on the pavement Hustlers don''t sleep nigga we work the graveshift Fuck that long money nigga get paid quick And don''t save shit My hoods on a real dark side of the track No sunny skies just really black We get real down here Lord Let Us Live No playing round here Lord Let Us Live Don''t hate my hood just hate my shine We coming out we on our grind We get real down here Lord Let Us Live We coming out here Lord Let Us Live Lord know that money don''t matter Lord knows that status is badder Lord knows bout the hood I live in He keeps taking away but he''s giving Don''t give me these cars Don''t give me these Don''t hate me just let me ride Lord just give me life I don''t hate my people M.O.P. that was a phase I was caught up in a beef like a rat in the maze And my legacy will never be that of a hater Lyrical rhyme sayer Whack niggas say a prayers It''s the return on gandi Criminal mind the city behind me Put on my face to remind me Of all the shit I''ve been through My physical presence My pain through nights My 1st album sent you light I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre No clean up hitter so I was stranded on 2nd base I had to steal 3rd motherfucker that''s my word That some queen 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 coop I''m good Motherfuckers make way My hoods on a real dark side of the track No sunny skies just really black We get real down here Lord Let Us Live No playing round here Lord Let Us Live Don''t hate my hood just hate my shine We coming out we on our grind We get real down here Lord Let Us Live We coming out here Lord Let Us Live