Let Us Live(Album Version) feat. Chrisette Michele

歌詞

Yo i'm hopin out the phantom with an iced out madalion Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms My dominican chick lookin like scarface sister Red and curly n she wake me up early Cause hustlers hit the block when police Change shifts new york California different Toilet same shit and Brooklyn i rock timberlands Still toast cinnamon Been gangster way before he dropped many men Liquour in my system, voice raspy who i sound like? Dont ask me thats my nigga whos classy And in my tada jada our styles superior To haters you can catch me in the latest maron gaters Ralph lauren suit tape it up fly cause im papered up Why these niggas keep hating on my phantom I be out in atlanta and body tapping im probably strapped Toast it up niggas All my hoods on the real dark side of the track No sunny skys just really black We live real down here Lord let us live No playing around here Lord let us live Dont 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 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 astra van Banging was the blueprint money was the master plan Duffel bank full of grants and franklins Ride 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 dont sleep nigga we work the grave shift Fuck that long money nigga get paid quick And dont save shit All my hoods on the real dark side of the track No sunny skys just really black We live real down here Lord let us live No playing around here Lord let us live Dont 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 dont matter Lord knows that status is better Lord knows about the hood i live in Hes taking away but hes giving Now dont give me these cars Dont give me these mitches Dont hate me just let me ride lord just give me light I dont hate mob deep or m.o.b That was a phase i was caught up in a 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 Its the return of ghandi Criminal mind is sitting behind me Put it on my face to remind me Of all the shit i been through my physical prints 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 thats my word Theres some queens niggas tryna 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 im in the coop im good Motherfuckers make way All my hoods on the real dark side of the track No sunny skys just really black We live real down here Lord let us live No playing around here Lord let us live Dont 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