Live Fast Die Young

Jim Jones & Trav - Rap
Live Fast Die Young
2 Plays
Duration: 4:09
Lyrics
[Intro] Dre the drama My mama said it was too hot for you Stay ut the kitchen cause we cooking up in here [Hook] In the kitchen with the stove on Here to finish up but he just dozed off Cook the work as it won't cook itself Gotta hit the block as it won't sell itself No trap house doing numbers Made a hunnid thousand on this corner Here today gone tomorrow Live fast die young [Verse 1] I done parked foreign cars in front of crack houses Popping champagne standing on the back of couches We stuck up in a cycle that's hard to break I did the impossible God is great I got a couple partners tryna dodge the state And papi bugging on the price he tryna charge for weight I've been attracted to the game is always my mistake But society is to blame is been my debate Shit we on the hill just tryna buy some weight At the time that the fiends was getting off bait I've been up for three days I'm still wide awake When you start to cook crack that's an acquired taste He had a legal defender when he tried his case He fucked around a blew twenty five up state Damn but that never stops the operation (not a all) I told G to throw the gun when the cops was chasing When mane had the five hunnid the streets was hot You know the police was tryna raid tryna sweep the block They was slinging pies it's like the pizza shop We was pushing weight just like equinox Damn, Harlem had so many kings I could name a bunch of niggas that saw so many things Tiny bum was junior half a mill [?] trip He be laughing he caught a dub and life is still a bitch We ride through the sixteen gave him our first bricks We did ten thousand by the first trip Shit I'm on ace right now I still got a cousin in one "O" eight right Now Nigga [Hook] In the kitchen with the stove on Here to finish up but he just dozed off Cook the work as it won't cook itself Gotta hit the block as it won't sell itself No trap house doing numbers Made a hunnid thousand on this corner Here today gone tomorrow Live fast die young Ay ay Live fast die young Ay ay Live fast die young [Verse 2] It's hard to black ball a money maker You see we always made the money The money never made us He chose to sell drugs until they come and take us Bust a move in LA like I'm running with with the Lakers You know them guns they come with the lasers I used to pray to god I hope that someone come and save us When I was down and out my phone never ring It had me back to selling coke just like the [?] I'm talking bout them birds without a set of wings Remember I got locked and never said a thing And now now I'm with shine shot the club up I was riding round town Billy screaming blood up Ducking the racketeering and in the regel I seen the cops coming steering through the peep hole Went into the toilet tryna flush polico Life's a fucking movie bitch ain't no fucking sequel I'm just reflecting on deep thoughts You had a brick you had to be rich what we thought The crack house was like the skii resort My man fighting cases right now in three courts And he just hope it run concurrent If not he's on the run I hope he got endurance Got snatched on his secret indictment due to informants So I hardly use the phone is how I usually be on it Doing it [Hook] In the kitchen with the stove on Here to finish up but he just dozed off Cook the work as it won't cook itself Gotta hit the block as it won't sell itself No trap house doing numbers Made a hunnid thousand on this corner Here today gone tomorrow Live fast die young We die young nigga love it tho Live fast die young, we still in these streets How you feeling Live fast die young how yo temperature feeling I still got that squad I still got that plug I see a lot a niggas using drugs Might as well sell em wholesale (ha ha ha step eleven) We sought through prayer and meditation To improve our conscious contact with our higher power As we understood him praying only for knowledge of his will for Us And the power to carry that out Step twelver Having has a spiritual awakening as a result of these steps We tried to carry this message to alcoholics and addicts And to practice these principles in all our affairs
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Credits
- Writers
- Jim Jones
- Trav