[Fes Taylor] Aiyo, why these niggaz is fronting like they top choice? Start aiming, my lyrics is flaming like shots when the glock point Why must I burn another rapper? You could learn from the master Smoke germ, got me choking, fucking with my asthma We move like vampires, night time, sucking plasma Believe in God, but the church dirty, why must I trust the pastor? Why do I live in Hell? My do I mix anthrax and gunpowder? Son, to put 'em in shells I'm trying to kill 'em dead, why you squealing to the feds? Like we won't lay low, son, and put a million on ya head Why real niggaz die over bullshit? While fake niggaz walk around around fronting, son, and won't pull shit He ain't talking 'bout guns, he talking 'bout twenty-two ounces And Colt 45 beers, probably won't live for forty-five years Profes, I bang in the streets, while all this is raw footage Die from cigarettes? I'm more likely, son, to fall from bullets
[Chorus: L.I.S.] Why, why must I... Live this life that I live, pay this price that I give If this life that I live is as trife as it is Tell me why? Why must I... Live this life that I live, pay this price that I give If this life that I live is as trife as it is Tell me why? Why must I...
[Specman] Yo, another day, waking up, wishing I was dead Cuz this C.O. banging on my lock, they telling me to make the bed I don't wanna get up no more Only got two in, they bang me two more, my next parole board My little girl is calling me out Sadie said, \"Daddy stand strong, you could do it, I got no doubt\" Make my throat dry, my eyes moist Block on the phone, I swear to God, I'd kill someone just to hear her voice When I'm alone in my cell, I zone I think of when I come home Will I put the pieces back? I want zone I hope I can, yo, I've tried to be a better man O.G. veteran, still need cheddar, man So I lay back with the Gov, and we gon' get it, man And my girls eyes gleam, she know that this is second, and It's wrapped up, Fantom beats got me backed up While you could still get smacked up, fuck it, or clapped, what?
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[Mr. Prezident] Yo, it's the nigga Emmitt Matter of fact, dog, it's the nigga Emmitt Cars and the jewels to make the bitches wanna kick it with me Hunger for the dough, got my niggaz doing stick-ups with me Hood on my shoulders while the world is doing sit-ups with me Back against the wall, nigga, I stands up Pop off 'til the guns jam up like, and what? Man up, nowadays, it's doe or die Mobb Deep said it best, only the strong survive We pour liquor to the curb for those that lost they lives In ya memory, trust me, we all gon' ride And for my dogs locked up, I'm hearing you pop up Tell 'em fake fucks, we pulling they plug, they times up Keep ya shines tucked, the wolves is out, the nines is up Give up everything before ya spine get touched The grind is us, mothafucka, the time is us Flamethrower ya Range Rover, bottom line is us Yeah, uh, bottom line is us Cocksucker, mothafucka, bottom line is us
