Garcia - We Live This lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna talking over Drain's scratching] [Cappadonna] Shoulda see how my n***as stood up With the foot up as we lean back on the recline Get in line or you could fall behind What you know about the family grind? What you know about living a lie? All the ladies in the house love the way we pop the nine Step your hood up (step your hood up) You in the hood, better step your hood up (step your hood up) Step your hood up, you in the hood, better step your hood up Brush your guns up, tie that hood up We gon make it through no matter what Put the paint in the handle or rip the dutch Mixed with the club life, we never gonna give it up Suit it up, I know tricks in the hood that love to strip it up Peace to all of my real hood n***as that never switch it up Still lickin up, feel the fight and the pain like we don't give a f** [Chorus: Drain scratching] [Heckler] Yeah, I'm trying to move units like them cats sell Hondas Stay hella papered like I'm Willy Wonka And get contracts, go sell for sponsers Show them how I ??? like Hotel Rwanda A n***a hella proper and I'm nobody's property The way I do my thang, I'm a hella comoddity I gotta keep my habits, fast money and robbery Well maybe not the other, cus the money is blocking me Cus if I got locked I can't spread like containment chambers But my music's needed like AIDS awareness Stop what you're doing cus your aim is careless You're pissing me off, I don't just aim to scare sh** I aim to bleed, I aim to please So if the people don't like to your name is dead on the streets n***a you gets none like celibacy And you ain't sh** like weed with the stems and the seeds [Chorus] [Garcia] You better have your a game on if you f**ing with me I'm unpredictable, most n***as can't call it with g I got lyrics in abundance, crawling out of the dungeon Lunging for the funds, when I'm done, you won't function Catch me on the grind, if not, you won't see me I'm surreal, you know the deal, my life is for the tv Drug addicts addicted, fights right out my window f** talk, I'm trying to raise my stock for my kinfolks Victim of reality, scrambling to make a salary sh** I deal with a f**ing mentality On daily basis, all the changing faces I move once again, tired of changing places Dog I'm ready to settle, but never for less So every rapper I see got a target up on their chest I call the out of style, buck the f** wild In this race to the finish, there's probably an extra mile