Raekwon - Live To Die Lyrics

(Intro)
Set fire and shit, nigga
Bring the grams in here, nigga, stop playin'
Sit back - buck let - gangsta - automobiler
Nah man, stop that ... all that re-5, man

(Verse)
Ayo, gas station Sammy, rich nigga, live in Miami
They kilt 'im and lived with his family
He was drunk, spazzin' on a young nigga with cash
They did the best to impart, wooped his ass
Bloody that his ear was ripped
They know he loved his music
They broke him twice, his gear war ripped
Ninja style niggas, whipped him with a benz belt
Broke his arm, crushed his automa with whelps
On his face, they was slappin' 'im, fake ass rapper
Old ass gun, pussy gets enacting
Medicine faced nigga, they opened his mouth
A few gold fell out, wheel 'im out
He's thinkin' he a gangsta, quit playin'
Listenin' to Sidnem, because he sat up in bed
They been wit 'em, fish cakes, bubble gums and the Timbs
He had the .12 and an iPhone, only wards him
Niggas is lame and I'm singing all that heart
No damn frame, how you playn
Thought you bubbled with the big wheelies
Flyin' in fast cars and get busy
Now you sittin' there lookin' busy
Don't look at chef, nigga, look at yo rep
Yo dinosaur game you playin', you're playn death
Tax man comin', you can feel it
Insides holdin' ratchets in botch arms
They gave it to impale him

(Hook x2)
Kill niggas, led or die, live with the feelins'
We don't know no other way, just get millions
Pyrex gangs and the Cartel connect to Scarsdale
Put yo money up the Washwales

(verse 2)
Ayo, Indian fenny from Toronto
Him and his horse, Ganye and Reynolds
Two wild Sopranos running through ice
And niggas fall back, they bumped in the crunch
Outta eggland since selective niggas called black
Use to wash with niggas up, but Chump changed, something was strange
Feds was listening, ran outta the gun range
Son, I feel vibes, not knowing this was the time to get away
But they rolled on the live
Black freaks outta the bushes, came with these
Big three pound, four of them with beams
When they rushed em, they cuffed em, we customs
Yo, what the fuck! You doin' life, lil nigga
Who is sucker what?
Blackless mad, he went for the cop's mag
They started sussling, the shot rang, that's bag
Black fella his knees like 33 d's led off 100 shots went nag

(Hook x2)
 

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