L.g. Wise - Live Or Die lyrics

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L.g. Wise - Live Or Die lyrics

Verse 1 Yo I roll with Godbody Prayin fearin nobody My life belong to Him So I don't need a shoty You ain't got no peace at home Ridin, cryin on the phone Puffin lah Ready to die So you huffin on your chrome So if the Ruff wanna ride The Ruff gotta die Just like if Puff wanna walk Then Puff gotta lie People just don't understand I spit it righteously But you get your life right And you might just be Got you candy-coated sweet-long With the feet on Clockin dollars everyday But you know you livin wrong So just livin life in this war like it's a game All alone and never knowin the peropse why they came In the streets they learn to k** In the club they pack steel And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't real So they learn to throw slugs Like they learn to sold d** A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gone Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wrong But it k**s me to see those thugs that don't care When they die leavin' children behind It ain't fair Some wanna ride Some wanna die But heres your chance to live or Chorus Live or die 'Cuz the way that you live's gonna be the way that you die Look what you wanna do Live or die I know you claim to be real I see the thug in your eye So what you wanna do Live or die 'Cuz the way that you come's gonna be the way that you go Now what you wanna do Live or die All the dough that you make you can't take when you go East Coast Name one get some Yo we got this here Predestened by the Lord You can't stop this here I roll with the real ones 'Bout to drop this here Your visions kinda blury We 'bout to make this clear Lil Wayne I know you hurtin' 'cuz you lost your pops The block was so hot you had to slang that rock Thugs grillin' ya so you sleep with your glock Thuggin' hard up in my life Dogg I had to stop Saw my my man last year He just got locked Escaped from the hood Just like Lot Didn't wanna get shot End up just like Pac Or end up in the flames 'Cuz It's just too hot Yeah, I heard your album And Baby boy it was wac Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the track While you flowin in the studio and sippin' that cogiac What you spittin but not livin I'm tired of this phonie act Sold your soul, had to pay to play the game 'Cuz as soon as you make that chedder son, you'll never be the same You forgot from which you came and you s**ers are still lame Like Tony Montana and his wac rap game Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate you I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can't relate to Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate you Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate you But I don't immitate you and I don't player hate you But I'm prayin' for your souls that hell's fire escape you I know the game ain't the same and the fame is what you claim But I'm tellin' you Playboy you gotta pay to play the game Chorus West Coast