Boss - Livin' Loc'd lyrics

Yo, man, f** that, man n***as be on some real bullsh** Yo, I'll bust that n***a a**, get the f** outta here Yo, what the f** is up, b**h? Where the f** you been at, man? Yo, man word is bond n***as in here be frontin' n***as can't get off that ol' bullsh** Word up, man, f** that, knahmsayin'? Yo, I'm muh'f**in' sticky f**in' fingas, knahmsayin'? f** that, and this motherf**in' b**h Boss And word is bond I want you to tell these motherf**ers How we livin' Boss, tell 'em Broke as a goddamn joke Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few short Couple of hundred bucks, so f** the rent My share of that sh** got spent on some Newports So yankin' many motherf**ers is my new sport I'm ready to blast and k** for a rap deal f** the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give a f** We sickin' sh** of livin' shabby Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell Got into some sh** befo' we even reached the hotel f** the dumb sh**, gotta get rich at the same time 'Cause n***as steady throwin' up they gang sign No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze But it's cool, these b**hes 'bout to slang ki's So on my hip goes a pager, ? major It's two bad behavior b**hes that got gangsta flavor See a punk, k** a punk and then we mug 'em quick Out to get paid, motherf** this strugglin' sh** Bullsh**'s nothin' to a b**h with no emotions Tell 'em how the f** you livin', I'm livin? like loc'd Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, b**h n***as get smoked Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, motherf**ers Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, b**h n***as get smoked Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd And all the b**h a** n***as can s** my dick Buck, buck, then I let the trigger loose Motherf**ers better duck, but it ain't no goddamn duck duck goose Haven't you heard of this murderous b**h crawlin' slow? And puttin' lead to the head of my foes on the down low 'Cause all we got we f**in' tooken it Got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, f** footin' it Cruisin' down the 'shaw, smokin' joints 'cause we blaze weed Down to [Incomprehensible] spot Cluckers kickin' in their Daisies 'n sh** 'Cause n***as'll never drop the dirt Do we're layin' n***as on they back Then actin' like we never even f**in' knew ya Unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath Goddamn, what a motherf**in' bloody mess Sleepin' on benches, turned us into roguest b**hes We jumpin' fences from the feds through puddles and ditches Goin' out, don't give a f** if I get smoked Yo, at least I'm goin' out loc'd Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, livin', livin' loc'd Livin' loc'd, b**h n***as get smoked Livin' loc'd And for any b**h beefin' then the Boss will have to put a Ass full of my foot for f**in' with the butchers f** next, steppin' with gauge upon my hip, weapon Nine double m's for the 187 'Cause I'm nothin' but a mag totin' b**h, smokin' fifty bags Rollin' n***as up like the motherf**in' zig zag Understand this b**h never ? mine Or catch two into your chest with the Tec 9 'Cause ever since the days of way back I never played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat I fill gats, so how the f** you figure, n***a Put you in k** range 'til you feel pain from the trigga, n***a When gangsta b**hes just can't cope n***as are gettin' smoked nine trey and forever, livin' life loc'd It's the motherf**in' Boss