The Prodigy - Livin' The Life lyrics

Yeah Yeah, f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout right here? n***as ain't ready Knowhatimsayin? My n***a P Kiss, c'mon Livin the life, steady keepin it tight Never take a funny n***a's advice Pimpin the game, never trippin on fame When I'm done you'll respect my name The vision is real, time will reveal As I pack the steel Treasure I found, with the platinum sound That no other can put down I take a lot of advice, my lifestyle's product and dice And guns that'll target your pipe It's sorta like approachin the don, wrong word, wrong vibe 4-5'll leave most of you harmed Move coke through the ocean, paid off the coast guard Sailed out to Cuba, made sure sh**'s potent Violence with caution.. And ain't too many n***as you know that got pilots transportin Egg nog whip, four door Ferrari 2 M-16s's, I beg y'all flip I'm the hardest n***a you know, check it out Turned 40 ki's to 80 when I get in the door So I flash like cameras, blast like hammers I worry about y'all lil' n***as just like your grandmas Get sh** jumpin like the playoffs Every twenty minutes a day give or take I knock a K off Been in the hood for real long Catch me anywhere and I got a half a mill' on Jada, kiss you now, you die now - why later? Double R and Violator Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah P and Kiss y'all don't wanna miss this That's two ghetto-a** n***as on the same sh** We the two best you ever gon' hear in your life Appreciate this sh**; Infamous Records and Double R n***a Cadillac trucks and bikes Mac 10's go off, P that young boss Blue bottles'll pop champagne and dutches Hundreds of that Branson, honies what's happenin Yeah, come thug it with us, we rugged and rough Out the box brand new sh** for you to get crunk Heavyweight bars and hooks for you to turn up This is that gangsta sh** the world'll bump This is that major sh**, we burnin up Keep your ear to the street and you gon' listen to us Pull up my V is crushed, I blew up the spot Wit the twenties that keep spinnin after I stop When my bunny step out the car e'rybody watch When the Lambo' doors lift up, faces drop Somebody daughter fin' ta get f*cked tonight Cause we fillin up the cars and the trucks tonight, what C'mon, yeah Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo n***as is lame and they ain't firin back And I don't understand how these young boys be admirin rats But don't worry 'bout Kiss, bein a snitch Only time I drop a dime when I'm leavin a b**h Am I allowed to hit 'em? These thugs that's actin Like slugs is awards and they proud to get 'em n***a how dare chumps; put the pumps to the back of they neck And pop 'em just like air bumps Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah OK let's bang n***a, the f*ck you thought? P wet behnd the hammer, you get blammed up Guns'll shut your mouth, and f*ck you up My dunns'll raid your crib and rape your s*ut We them real live N.Y. n***as We don't play, dead real boy, stay in your place 'Fore I put skirt on you; a wood box with some dirt on you You gotta be kiddin my shottie be spittin You hittin light poles tryin to get away from me The Continental T'll wrap around a tree F*ckin wit P, yeah that brand new exclusive sh** A polka dot whip, with blood burgandy fits Violator.. Violator n***a, what?