| Song | Live By The Gun - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Tony Yayo |
| Album | So Seductive |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bernard, Edwards | |
| Yeah, yo word up man | |
| ******* cold out here man, ******* toes is killing me man | |
| ******* been on the block all day man | |
| But you know | |
| I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man | |
| ******* man, yo man listen | |
| Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture | |
| Little *******z coming up will ******* try to murda ya | |
| The D's not out so the coast is clear | |
| But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear | |
| Everybody got a nena, everybody got a vest | |
| New York City is the arena of death | |
| Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard | |
| Seeing more | |
| D's than a damn report card | |
| Everybody rap now, follow they dreams | |
| I'm a call my clientele man and sign all my fiends | |
| Same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes | |
| All day in the spot by a dirty stove | |
| Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy | |
| But I'm only human so these *******z wanna clap me | |
| The drug game over but there's money to make | |
| So *******z clappin' at *******z to raise the crime rate | |
| You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| *******z push me for sho | |
| I'm gonna pull it | |
| Material objects got the world crooked | |
| In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke *******t | |
| Snakes in the grass, be on that bull*******t | |
| *******s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
| Guns get blast, *******z on that shook *******t | |
| So live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| The rhymes you spit can embarass the city | |
| Well, my game bag names like | |
| Paris and | |
| NikkiLoad the semi | |
| I'm in the spot carving the crack | |
| You stunt | |
| I'll leave my bullets lodged in your back | |
| New York City, everything move fast | |
| Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash | |
| China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave | |
| Same coke that got | |
| Whitney in the rehab | |
| Up early in the morning 'cuz there's money to earn' | |
| Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm | |
| We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes | |
| Got my spot looking like a soul train line | |
| ******* doin' time, | |
| I'm trying to progress | |
| Get that money man ******* serve your projects | |
| Hustlin' homie thats all | |
| I knowIn the summer time | |
| I can make the whole strip snow | |
| You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| *******z push me for sho', | |
| I'm gonna pull it | |
| Material objects got the world crooked | |
| In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke *******t | |
| Snakes in the grass, be on that bull*******t | |
| *******s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
| Guns get blast, *******z on that shook *******t | |
| So live by the gun or die by the bullet |
| zuo qu : Bernard, Edwards | |
| Yeah, yo word up man | |
| cold out here man, toes is killing me man | |
| been on the block all day man | |
| But you know | |
| I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man | |
| man, yo man listen | |
| Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture | |
| Little z coming up will try to murda ya | |
| The D' s not out so the coast is clear | |
| But it' s getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear | |
| Everybody got a nena, everybody got a vest | |
| New York City is the arena of death | |
| Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard | |
| Seeing more | |
| D' s than a damn report card | |
| Everybody rap now, follow they dreams | |
| I' m a call my clientele man and sign all my fiends | |
| Same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes | |
| All day in the spot by a dirty stove | |
| Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy | |
| But I' m only human so these z wanna clap me | |
| The drug game over but there' s money to make | |
| So z clappin' at z to raise the crime rate | |
| You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| z push me for sho | |
| I' m gonna pull it | |
| Material objects got the world crooked | |
| In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
| Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
| s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
| Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
| So live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| The rhymes you spit can embarass the city | |
| Well, my game bag names like | |
| Paris and | |
| NikkiLoad the semi | |
| I' m in the spot carving the crack | |
| You stunt | |
| I' ll leave my bullets lodged in your back | |
| New York City, everything move fast | |
| Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash | |
| China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave | |
| Same coke that got | |
| Whitney in the rehab | |
| Up early in the morning ' cuz there' s money to earn' | |
| Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm | |
| We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes | |
| Got my spot looking like a soul train line | |
| doin' time, | |
| I' m trying to progress | |
| Get that money man serve your projects | |
| Hustlin' homie thats all | |
| I knowIn the summer time | |
| I can make the whole strip snow | |
| You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| z push me for sho', | |
| I' m gonna pull it | |
| Material objects got the world crooked | |
| In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
| Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
| s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
| Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
| So live by the gun or die by the bullet |
| zuò qǔ : Bernard, Edwards | |
| Yeah, yo word up man | |
| cold out here man, toes is killing me man | |
| been on the block all day man | |
| But you know | |
| I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man | |
| man, yo man listen | |
| Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture | |
| Little z coming up will try to murda ya | |
| The D' s not out so the coast is clear | |
| But it' s getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear | |
| Everybody got a nena, everybody got a vest | |
| New York City is the arena of death | |
| Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard | |
| Seeing more | |
| D' s than a damn report card | |
| Everybody rap now, follow they dreams | |
| I' m a call my clientele man and sign all my fiends | |
| Same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes | |
| All day in the spot by a dirty stove | |
| Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy | |
| But I' m only human so these z wanna clap me | |
| The drug game over but there' s money to make | |
| So z clappin' at z to raise the crime rate | |
| You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| z push me for sho | |
| I' m gonna pull it | |
| Material objects got the world crooked | |
| In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
| Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
| s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
| Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
| So live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| The rhymes you spit can embarass the city | |
| Well, my game bag names like | |
| Paris and | |
| NikkiLoad the semi | |
| I' m in the spot carving the crack | |
| You stunt | |
| I' ll leave my bullets lodged in your back | |
| New York City, everything move fast | |
| Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash | |
| China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave | |
| Same coke that got | |
| Whitney in the rehab | |
| Up early in the morning ' cuz there' s money to earn' | |
| Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm | |
| We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes | |
| Got my spot looking like a soul train line | |
| doin' time, | |
| I' m trying to progress | |
| Get that money man serve your projects | |
| Hustlin' homie thats all | |
| I knowIn the summer time | |
| I can make the whole strip snow | |
| You can live by the gun or die by the bullet | |
| z push me for sho', | |
| I' m gonna pull it | |
| Material objects got the world crooked | |
| In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke t | |
| Snakes in the grass, be on that bull t | |
| s thats ass stay with the full clip | |
| Guns get blast, z on that shook t | |
| So live by the gun or die by the bullet |