Live By The Gun

Tragedy Khadafi!

The Foul Mahdi!

Life's a bitch - we open her up like C-sections

Pour liquor on the asphalt for my dogs restin'

It's foul sport - you get iced with the Wesson

Pay attention - my nigga, learn a lesson

Rule one: never pull out guns and don't bust 'em

Your dog can't look you in the eye, don't trust 'im

Be the same niggas that'll split you like dutches

Try to flame niggas when they get you in they clutches

You talk like a gangsta, walk like a gangsta

Watch for them haters - they tryin' to get your paper

The streets is a foul thing, a wild thing

You wasn't locked in Sing Sing - you just love to sting

How you a thug nigga - and you scared of the bing?

I'ma tell y'all niggas one thing

(Ya heard me?)

You was hot 'til we dropped and reduced your fever

Heir to this thug shit like Julius Caesar

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All my convicts, felony thugs, forever on the run

Live by the gun, die by the gun

Where you eat food, snatch plate, wherever drama come

Live by the gun, die by the gun

When it jump off - make it pop, you be the only one

Live by the gun, die by the gun

In this game of life - play hard, you only got one

Live by the gun, die by the gun

Yo - every man bleed like I do, so why fear you?

That bullshit you throwin' at me - I can't hear you

But what I throw back - something that you can feel

Teflon emerge from steel - shit is real

A fishscale, verbally ill - no cut

Hip-hop nearly lost its form until I struck

Been rappin' since crack was packed in tall capsules

Now I rock platinum chains and ice statues

Guerrilla gat - combat rap - shit'll blast you

I cock back and squeeze - what you fools gonna do?

Just a copy of Mahdi - graft like Yacub

My niggas on 162

Makin' pie

P.R. savage, Lincoln Hall in Comstock

A flock of birds stash crib soon as you touch ground

You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down

You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down

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You either end up dead or some vegetables

While we escape with the extraterrestrials

2-5 embassy - now who next to lose?

Mahdi, Khadafi, your highness will rule

Carnivorous thug - digest your food

It's like the Art of War volume two

Underworld shit

Duct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl shit

You got trees, then twirl it

My niggas 'url wit'

Iceberg velour suits and suede moccasins

Air niggas out - deprive them of their oxygen

My raps - blowin' the world off its axis

Ignitin' like matches - burnin' the illest graphics

In Morocco in the drop with the top low

Me against the world - still I can't be stopped, though

My hoes like to ride on top and rock slow

I flame-throw - my chain glow like a rainbow

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