Live By The Gun

Lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo] Yeah Yo, Word up man Fuckin' cold out here, man My fuckin' toes is killin me, man I fuckin' been on the block all day, man But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man Fuck man, yo man listen [Verse 1: Tony Yayo] Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture Little niggas comin' up, will fuckin' try to murda ya D's not out, so the coast is clear But it's gettin' hard to sleep with this roach in my ear Everybody got a nina, everybody got a vest New York City's the arena of death Yo the strip movin' slow, but everybody goin' hard Seein more Ds than a damn report card Everybody rap now, followin' these dreams I'mma call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends Same gear for a week, wearin' 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 niggas wanna clap me The drug game over, but there's money to make So niggas clappin' at niggas that raise that crime rate [Hook: Tony Yayo] You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet You niggas push me, for sure I'm gon' pull it Material objects got the world crooked In my 'hood, they hustle, and be on that juoke shit Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit Niggas that's ass, stay with a full clip Guns get blast, niggas on that shook shit So live by the gun, or die by the bullet [Verse 2: Tony Yayo] The rhymes you spit could embarrass the city When my game bag names like Paris and Nikki Load the semi, I'm in the spot carvin' the crack You stunt, I'll leave my bullets lodged in ya back New York City, everything move fast Little girls get pregnant, throw they baby in the trash China white whizzy movin' quickly on the Ave The same dope that Whitney in the rehab Up early in the mornin', 'cause there's money to earn 'Cause the early bird, be the one that catch the worm We got nicks, tres, twenties and dimes Got my spot lookin' like a Soul Train line Fuck doin' time, I'm tryin' to progress Get that money, nigga, serve ya' projects Hustlin' homie, that's all I know In the summer time, I could make the whole strip snow [Hook: Tony Yayo] You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet You niggas push me, for sure I'm gon' pull it Material objects got the world crooked In my 'hood, they hustle, and be on that juoke shit Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit Niggas that's ass, stay with a full clip Guns get blast, niggas on that shook shit So live by the gun, or die by the bullet