Paul Cain - Can I Live lyrics

[Verse 1: Ransom] I've been having some deep thoughts with that L blowing n***as in jail knowing When you do it, do it yourself And never tell no one You see them shells blowing I'll go to hell knowing That I had them eagles sit em down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards I gotta live If money's the root of evil Then f** it I'm an evil ba*tard You know that diesel acid When it reach the ma**es I swear to God it'll burn Turn the streets to ashes Dope in the Charger Still smoking L's laughin I'm coaching the carter Call me Samuel Jackson n***a's been f*gs Funny like Sinbad Me, I'm from the hood My life saving's in a gym bag I'm flaming the forty I ain't even sorry If you're with your kid Then I'll put your brain on your shorty I ain't open that damn Glock for the fame and the glory I was hoping to jam rocks like Damien Marley [Verse 2: Fabolous] Hey yo, I'm living better Second letter with a set of wings bu*ter leather Hoodie sweater and some better bling Black Beretta These n***as better not have said a thing For that cheddar I'm not a forgetter or regret a thing I could get her Don't have to sweat in order to get her things I'll forget her It feel better just to let her cling When you met her she was better than Coretta King Ya'll lived together She was gonna get a wedding ring She chose me and blows me like she owes me You know me I take whatever life throws me Shows me Girls don't like boys They like cars, money and some of that good smoke Kush jars and twenty Tell a few good jokes But it's far from funny When you in the hood broke You see I understand what make n***as underhand So I put a hundred grand just to put you on the lam This ain't what you wanted man [Verse 3: Paul Cain] I'm a problem for every rapper breathing On every track I'm meeting It's a fact I'mma be factor in rap this season I pull my strap and squeeze it Coming with a pack of demons That'll leave the pastor bleeding You ain't gotta ask the reason I know what Shaq was scheming You can see the tiger stripe J from a mile away Yellow, white, and gla**es gleaming Chain so sick I don't need a piece for it I can hear the streets talking I dare you to reach for it I'm strapped If you look closely you can see the torrents Hate n***as that keep talking They usually be informants That Brooklyn bullsh** You better believe I'm on it You know if I mean I bought it Flow sick, put G's up on it And naw I don't get along with these rapping cats They mad my chain's the same size as their platinum plaques Thats a fact Let me get mine first, then after that I'm completely done with rap You cats can have it back [Verse 4: Stack Bundles] Had a Hummer and Range Sport thoughts for the winner Summer thoughts for the winter It's Long John weather Fiends come with shorts in the winter Shoveled snow in the winter Hope you're getting my drift You should hold your head back when you get in a drip, drip A little grip I could cover the order Wanna floss, I'm a boss I'll confront you, recorder See the cross all flooded Little stones on the border And I just got a divorce So I'm looking for Run's daughter Tell the rev that I'm dealing with some evils The sun shine on em cause the coup ceiling's see-through Dainty women, Antique denim His pockets gotta be nauseous The man's keep spending Tricking on n***as Throw a little kitty on em My n***as will sic em and empty out the semis on them You'd rather spit on God than go against him Ain't no second guessing It's SQUAD UP convinced em [Verse 5: Jaz] They can't take me in the dark grey Jag Seats the same leather as the Mark Jake bag But Jaz the kind of b**h that the narcs may tag Cause I'm bringing the kind of bu*ter like Parkay had And no, I ain't the ho that want a nickel to earn The street b**h need a stack that's as thick as a curve And you might catch a chick in the burbs Maybe cause I'm, nice with the nouns And slick with the verbs, yeah It's Ms. Jizzaz Fizzaz and spizzaz I'm like Betty Shabizzaz With a little pizzaz I wasn't sworn in just to join in Been family since the morning that I was born in And getting money is hereditary That California kush got my eyes red as cherries These b**hes waiting on they next pay day I'm in a XK-8 With the body of an ex-Playmate And I'm still holding the SK straight, n***a