Kevin Crouse - We Live This lyrics

[Havoc] Ready for war, ready for anything But doing this for everything Y'all n***as know my pedigree Forty first side, blood run through my veins Got everything to gain Like to stock and change Got shorty in the hood on the ankle rocking my name Words that I spit, it's my brain and pipe game Call me your natural ? right ring QB's radical's just doing his thing Aiyo, n***as hate it Even though they try to portray it This money looking good, f** it you can all hate it Like I'm going to lose sleep, hold life, have beef So you can say what you think about me Yo you n***as like Nas and gun fight you're dead wrong Pull out the nine and still got hooked on Your no frill skim And on sk** team Got you in a coma Angel of your shoulder [Hook] Aiyo we live this eat, sleep, sh** this (repeat 7X) We live this, live this, this... [Big Noyd] Aiyo, Aiyo, Aiyo Its alyways Going to be ganster with me n***a, with Timbs on my feet Either sweats or denim jeans, brand new white tee With my chain swinging I'm thugged in the streets Think Noyd you think hustling busting the heat Repping QB borroughs surrounded with thugs Who carry coke, crack, bud and they got guns Who want from slums to homes Trains to the V's The n***as you see in the hood with the G's Where gangstas be and the pistols pop You rub on the mama thighs they panties drop This sh** get you hot We ill you not You sick beacuse you love the way we rock Crusing in the Nav with a dime or not Jumping out the Nav copping cheese but eye up the spot You know my two heaters is hot Fending for springing And that goes out to those scheming and laying [Hook] [Roxanne Shanté] Who you know have guity fo's and a dime-a** coochie Now thugging and recovering, rocking guns and Gucci '85 getting paid while them gangsters watch Champagne pop Benzes candy painted drop (b**h) Roxanne Shanté, Hilary Clinton Lay out the red carpet y'all hoes shut up and listen Mouth close whenever you hear a veteran spittin Y'all hoes only shine with the legend's permisson b**hes ask around why she wait to spit this long You know the queen who came out with the first hit song I showed hoes how to rock furs Glocks in my skirts Dated real k**ers when they feel I cop them a bird Ain't nothing Ain't fronting Shantie love where she lives Mother of my two kids And the mother of the rich Tried to make plans, ran the game and the biz Still real popping up with Nas up at the Bridge No silicone, no wigs, no liposuchion First b**h riding back sike not fronting I respect new females give all y'all credit Supporting your videos, bought all y'all records No matter how you get down your s**ual preference Just keep this sh** real or that vet going to set it Queensbridge projects we murder the rest And all my gangers know I rock the best [Hook]