Living N' Tha Streetz Lyrics
| Song | Living N' Tha Streetz |
| Artist | MC Eiht |
| Album | Section 8 (Explicit) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Green, Heisser, LaPread ... | |
| (feat. Boom Bam (C.M.W.)) | |
| Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah | |
| Its goin out to all them G's | |
| To all them thug niggas still in the pen | |
| All my homiez in YA and shit | |
| Still in the struggle | |
| For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest | |
| What all you motherfuckers gon do | |
| Check me out | |
| [VERSE 1] | |
| What you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| What you motherfuckers gon do | |
| Get your ass sow up | |
| When I blast the 22 | |
| Player times is ill | |
| Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill | |
| Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me | |
| I guarantee them motherfucker ain't as good as me | |
| I'm takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with | |
| Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with | |
| 17 shots makin 17 niggas drop | |
| Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot | |
| To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways | |
| It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face | |
| They got a taste of my heater | |
| Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater | |
| The only way that a nigga coulde be tha | |
| Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Gyeah | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| [VERSE 2] | |
| I sit back and reminisce about the days of old | |
| As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote | |
| First rule I always had to roll with heat | |
| Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets | |
| Which block you set trippin happy | |
| Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef | |
| No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow | |
| So ya'll see the hollow its the cold I follow | |
| I really miss my G that got shot last year | |
| So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer | |
| Now look at how the enemies made me I'm crazy | |
| Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can't face me | |
| I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah | |
| All the points for the hood I don't chalked a Gyeah | |
| Cause I ain't got nothin to loose | |
| I'm yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools | |
| Come on | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Uhh | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Gyeah | |
| Uhh | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Uhh | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Come on check me out | |
| [VERSE 3] | |
| I said life ain't nuttin but bitches and money | |
| Blast get the cash live my life like yummy | |
| Time to flies when I ride it seems funny | |
| Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy | |
| Who got shot on your block the spots hot | |
| Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac | |
| No happy days just criminal ways | |
| And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays | |
| Who lays deep in the cut I'm givin a fuck | |
| Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut | |
| Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates | |
| And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take | |
| They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray | |
| Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE | |
| Brave ain't the case they gave me was 187 | |
| For sendin niggas to hell and heaven | |
| [CHORUS] | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the I-N-G | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the S.C. | |
| Gyeah | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the LBC | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| Ohhh | |
| Hoo bangin in the house | |
| Come on Gyeah | |
| Hoo bangin in the house | |
| Come on Gyeah | |
| Its goin out to all my G's | |
| Its goin out to all my G's locked down in the pen | |
| Still on the struggle | |
| Now the fuck we do it | |
| Gyeah | |
| WESTSIDE fo life | |
| CPT till I die | |
| Hoo bangin to the fullest | |
| Gyeah |
| zuo ci : Green, Heisser, LaPread ... | |
| feat. Boom Bam C. M. W. | |
| Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah | |
| Its goin out to all them G' s | |
| To all them thug niggas still in the pen | |
| All my homiez in YA and shit | |
| Still in the struggle | |
| For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest | |
| What all you motherfuckers gon do | |
| Check me out | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| What you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| What you motherfuckers gon do | |
| Get your ass sow up | |
| When I blast the 22 | |
| Player times is ill | |
| Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill | |
| Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me | |
| I guarantee them motherfucker ain' t as good as me | |
| I' m takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with | |
| Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with | |
| 17 shots makin 17 niggas drop | |
| Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot | |
| To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways | |
| It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face | |
| They got a taste of my heater | |
| Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater | |
| The only way that a nigga coulde be tha | |
| Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter | |
| CHORUS | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Gyeah | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| I sit back and reminisce about the days of old | |
| As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote | |
| First rule I always had to roll with heat | |
| Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets | |
| Which block you set trippin happy | |
| Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef | |
| No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow | |
| So ya' ll see the hollow its the cold I follow | |
| I really miss my G that got shot last year | |
| So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer | |
| Now look at how the enemies made me I' m crazy | |
| Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can' t face me | |
| I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah | |
| All the points for the hood I don' t chalked a Gyeah | |
| Cause I ain' t got nothin to loose | |
| I' m yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools | |
| Come on | |
| CHORUS | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Uhh | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Gyeah | |
| Uhh | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Uhh | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Come on check me out | |
| VERSE 3 | |
| I said life ain' t nuttin but bitches and money | |
| Blast get the cash live my life like yummy | |
| Time to flies when I ride it seems funny | |
| Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy | |
| Who got shot on your block the spots hot | |
| Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac | |
| No happy days just criminal ways | |
| And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays | |
| Who lays deep in the cut I' m givin a fuck | |
| Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut | |
| Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates | |
| And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take | |
| They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray | |
| Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE | |
| Brave ain' t the case they gave me was 187 | |
| For sendin niggas to hell and heaven | |
| CHORUS | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the ING | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the S. C. | |
| Gyeah | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the LBC | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| Ohhh | |
| Hoo bangin in the house | |
| Come on Gyeah | |
| Hoo bangin in the house | |
| Come on Gyeah | |
| Its goin out to all my G' s | |
| Its goin out to all my G' s locked down in the pen | |
| Still on the struggle | |
| Now the fuck we do it | |
| Gyeah | |
| WESTSIDE fo life | |
| CPT till I die | |
| Hoo bangin to the fullest | |
| Gyeah |
| zuò cí : Green, Heisser, LaPread ... | |
| feat. Boom Bam C. M. W. | |
| Gyeah Gyeah Gyeah | |
| Its goin out to all them G' s | |
| To all them thug niggas still in the pen | |
| All my homiez in YA and shit | |
| Still in the struggle | |
| For all them thug niggas out there representin hoo bangin to the fullest | |
| What all you motherfuckers gon do | |
| Check me out | |
| VERSE 1 | |
| What you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| What you motherfuckers gon do | |
| Get your ass sow up | |
| When I blast the 22 | |
| Player times is ill | |
| Half of you niggas be wishin rhymes can kill | |
| Hoo bangin who claimin the same hood as me | |
| I guarantee them motherfucker ain' t as good as me | |
| I' m takin chances when givin circumstancers the deal with | |
| Got a brand new Gat from my homiez so I can kill with | |
| 17 shots makin 17 niggas drop | |
| Now its 13 ammalances headin to the circle spot | |
| To some of them niggas sleepin like toxic ways | |
| It will be a closed casket cause I blast to the face | |
| They got a taste of my heater | |
| Hoppin cisalin like cup of heater | |
| The only way that a nigga coulde be tha | |
| Its the be fastest a fuckin sheeter | |
| CHORUS | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Gyeah | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| I sit back and reminisce about the days of old | |
| As I crack the OGO watchin my platinum vote | |
| First rule I always had to roll with heat | |
| Cause its a cold cruel world with some stonecold streets | |
| Which block you set trippin happy | |
| Wrong shit out of their teeth catch the reef | |
| No sorrow cause it might be me dead tomorrow | |
| So ya' ll see the hollow its the cold I follow | |
| I really miss my G that got shot last year | |
| So I shead a tear and pour out a little beer | |
| Now look at how the enemies made me I' m crazy | |
| Disguise is hazy from your shoulders you can' t face me | |
| I blaze up the blunt start to talk up Gyeah | |
| All the points for the hood I don' t chalked a Gyeah | |
| Cause I ain' t got nothin to loose | |
| I' m yellin WEST you bitch as I serve you fools | |
| Come on | |
| CHORUS | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Uhh | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Gyeah | |
| Uhh | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Uhh | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Come on check me out | |
| VERSE 3 | |
| I said life ain' t nuttin but bitches and money | |
| Blast get the cash live my life like yummy | |
| Time to flies when I ride it seems funny | |
| Make shure I spit the shells deep up in your tummy | |
| Who got shot on your block the spots hot | |
| Caps get peeled on your block like tic tac | |
| No happy days just criminal ways | |
| And the criminal mind make shure the crime pays | |
| Who lays deep in the cut I' m givin a fuck | |
| Cause sometimes I just feel like a nut | |
| Drove off in the alley so I can hit they gates | |
| And release the wooden handle 38 with dub take | |
| They cock the half of my nigga L from Gray | |
| Chronic got me beepin my chest like them AGE | |
| Brave ain' t the case they gave me was 187 | |
| For sendin niggas to hell and heaven | |
| CHORUS | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| I said bangin in the CPT | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the ING | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the S. C. | |
| Gyeah | |
| I said what you motherfuckers gon throw up | |
| Bangin in the LBC | |
| Gyeah | |
| Come on | |
| Ohhh | |
| Hoo bangin in the house | |
| Come on Gyeah | |
| Hoo bangin in the house | |
| Come on Gyeah | |
| Its goin out to all my G' s | |
| Its goin out to all my G' s locked down in the pen | |
| Still on the struggle | |
| Now the fuck we do it | |
| Gyeah | |
| WESTSIDE fo life | |
| CPT till I die | |
| Hoo bangin to the fullest | |
| Gyeah |
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