Sticky Fingaz - Livin' Loc'd lyrics

[Sticky Fingaz] Yo man, fu*k THAT man! n***as be on some real bullsh** Yo I'll bust that n***a, get the f** outta here (Yo yo yo yo what the fu*k is up?) Yo what the f** is up b**h?! Where the f** you been at me? Yo man word is bond n***as in here be frontin n***as can't get off that ol' bullsh** (beeeeitch) Word up man, f** that! Knahmsayin? Yo I'm muh'f**in Sticky, f**in, Fingaz, knahmsayin? f** that! And this motherf**in b**h Bo$$; and word is bond I want you to tell these motherf**ers how we livin Bo$$ TELL 'EM!! [Bo$$] Broke as a God damn joke Up in Detroit and once again I'm just a few.. short Couple of hundred bucks so f** the rent My share of that sh** got spent on some Newports So yankin, many motherf**ers is my new.. sport I'm ready to blast and k** for a rap deal f** the landlord and the gas bill, we don't give a f** We thinkin sh** of livin shabby Waited until my cash got right then took a flight to Cali Off into the night, me and Dee up into mo' hell Got into some sh** befo' we even reached the hotel (God damn!) f** the dumb sh**, gotta get rich at the same time Cause n***as steady throwin up they gang sign No loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze But it's cool deez b**hes bout to slang ki's So on my hip goes a pager, (?) major It's two bad behavior b**hes that got gangsta flavor See a punk KILL A PUNK and then we (?) quick Out to get paid, motherf** this strugglin sh** Bullsh**'s nothin to a b**h with no emotions (Tell 'em how the f** you livin) I'm livin like loc'n [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (yo how the fu*k we livin?) Livin loc'd (b*tch ni**aZ GET SMOKED) (f** dat!) Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (we livin.. uh-huh) Livin loc'd .. mother-f**ers! Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (fu*k! We livin) Livin loc'd (b*tch ni**aZ GET SMOKED) (uh-huh!) Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd Yeah and all the b**h-a** n***as can s** my dick! [Bo$$] Buck buck! Then I let the trigger loose Motherf**ers better duck, but it ain't no god damn 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 a double-bunk and now we roll, f** footin it Cruisin down the 'Shaw, smokin joints, cause we blaze weed Down to (?) 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 God damn! 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 (shh..) at least I'm goin out loc'd [Chorus: Sticky Fingaz] Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (how we livin?) Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (word up!) Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (yo, how we livin?) Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (f** that!) Livin loc'd, livin livin loc'd (We livin) Livin loc'd (b*tch ni**aZ GET SMOKED) [Bo$$] Livin loc'd.. and for any b**h beefin then the Bo$$'ll 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 one-eighty-seven Cause I'm nothin but a mag totin b**h, smokin fifty bags Rollin n***as up like the MOTHERfu*kIN 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 It never played to let the get 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 getttin smoked nine-trey and forever, livin life loc'd [Sticky Fingaz] It's the motherf**in Bo$$!