GAME - Let Us Live lyrics

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Lord, let us live<br />

Yeah, Scott Storch<br />

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Yo, I'm hopin' out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion<br />

Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms<br />

My Dominican chick lookin' like Scarface sister<br />

Red and curly and she wake me up early<br />

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'Cuz hustlers hit the block when police change shifts<br />

New York, California different toilet, same shit<br />

In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast cinnamon<br />

Been gangster way before he dropped many men<br />

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Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound like?<br />

Don't ask me that's my nigga we classy<br />

Him and Montega Jada, our style superior to haters<br />

You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters<br />

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Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up<br />

Why these niggas keep hatin' on my Phantom<br />

I be out in Atlanta and body tappin' I'm probably strapped<br />

Toast it up, niggas<br />

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My hood's on the real dark side of the track<br />

No sunny skies, just really black<br />

We live real down here, Lord, let us live<br />

No playin' around here, Lord, let us live<br />

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Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine<br />

We comin' out, we on our grind<br />

We live real down here, Lord, let us live<br />

We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live<br />

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Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?<br />

Gangsta rap is where I live, just knock on the front door<br />

Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan<br />

What the fuck them faggots sayin'? Nothin'<br />

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When I walk in the club with the gat in hand<br />

Take 'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a Astro van<br />

Bangin' was the blueprint, money was the master plan<br />

Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins<br />

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Rob niggas take they money, shoot straight to the bank then<br />

Head to the barbershop to get chopped up<br />

Hearin' war stories who dead and who locked up<br />

Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who knocked up<br />

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Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust<br />

Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the pavement<br />

Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave shift<br />

Fuck that long money, nigga, get paid quick and don't save shit<br />

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My hood's on the real dark side of the track<br />

No sunny skies, just really black<br />

We live real down here, Lord, let us live<br />

No playin' around here, Lord, let us live<br />

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Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine<br />

We comin' out, we on our grind<br />

We live real down here, Lord, let us live<br />

We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live<br />

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Lord knows that money don't matter<br />

Lord knows that status is badder<br />

Lord knows about the hood I live in<br />

Keeps takin' away but he's givin'<br />

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Now don't give me these cars, Lord, let us live<br />

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)<br />

Don't give me these mansions, Lord, let us live<br />

(No, no, no, no, no, no, no)<br />

Don't hate me, just let me ride<br />

Lord, just give me light<br />

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I don't hate Mobb Deep or MOP<br />

That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze<br />

And my legacy will never be that of a hater<br />

Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers<br />

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It's the return of Gandhi, criminal minded city behind me<br />

Put it on my face to remind me<br />

Of all the shit I been through, my physical presence<br />

My pen too nice, my first album sent you life<br />

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I should've put down the mic when Rakim left Dre<br />

No clean up hitter so I was stranded on second base<br />

I had to steal third, motherfucker that's my word<br />

There's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb<br />

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I was ultimate warrior to you, bully ass niggas<br />

I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas<br />

Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm good<br />

Mothafuckas make way<br />

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My hood's on the real dark side of the track<br />

No sunny skies, just really black<br />

We live real down here, Lord, let us live<br />

No playin' around here, Lord, let us live<br />

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Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine<br />

We comin' out, we on our grind<br />

We live real down here, Lord, let us live<br />

We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live<br />

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Is that Michelle Chrisette?<br />

Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride<br />

O eight to infinity, California, New York, shit<br />

Scott Storch, Scott Storch<br />

Scott Storch, Scott Storch, Scott Storch<br /><br />