L-BURNA AKA LAYZIE BONE - Stayin' Alive lyrics

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Yeah yeah

Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps

Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life

Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves

Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights

Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps

Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life

Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves

Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights

It really is safer during the day, when the kids is out to play

But when the street lights come on you better be takin that ass home

Doin our dirt up under the sun, where the moonlight is dimmer

January down 'til December through the spring, fall and winter

You learn to survive, in the ghetto, better take than get took

Sellin that yay up on the corner nigga better break then get booked

Look, po-po is on that ass, jackals is on that ass

It's the crafty makin the laws but it's the niggaz you got to blast

Cause they cutthroat, and sheisty!

One-eighty-seven the lesson the niggaz that's run they might be

The only way a nigga make it out of the ghetto and that's real

Combat on contact, nigga kill or be killed – sweat fo' God

Thug life is serious, my heart is near and dear to this

So many punks here understandin this, I wanna smoke the cannibus

Can't forget the hood, cause they represent the struggle right

Money, women, power, respect; that's just what soldiers like

You can tell by the way that I get this dough

And I crack my toes I'm a hustler babe

Tell by the way that I talk my talk

And I walk my walk I'm thuggin baby

I, I, I, I'm, sayin alive – stayin alive

I, I, I, I'm, gettin mine – mean green

Green light Caddy coupe, stackin like it's Mercedes Benz

Malibu's and heavy Chevy's, every day we stackin ends

Some niggaz take on the bridge while other niggaz they fumble with it

Make it out and start a business while other niggaz they crumble with it

Need work? Well come and get it, best believe I got mine

I represent for the O.G.'s and the hustlers that got time

City sets the attention from one jumper to the next jumper

Land breathe easy, we always ready to rumble

Ain't it a wonder, how I keep from goin under

And they tell us we should shoot for the stars (that's some bullshit)

But it ain't no wonder, when you feel the pain and thunder

Motherfuckers'll rather shoot up your car (motherfucker!)

See by the church it's a liquor sto', by the liquor sto' it's a crackhouse

All in the pot of gumbo, now you know what we rap 'bout

Ain't no vaccine for crack fiends, just pipe dreams ain't no rice

Do yo' thing it's yo' life, I'm a ball up under the city lights

Some of these niggaz I grew up with is niggaz that I don't fuck with

I done came up and they ain't so niggaz be on some dumb shit

They hatin me and my hardwork, my territory is standard

I'm connected down in A-T-L, from Tennessee to Kansas

Hell yeah I planned this, I was tryin to get off the block

Slang rap or slang rocks, keep it movin or get popped

Non-stop, was my hustle mode, constantly grinding

Get it so much I'm on the nuts I guess I'm just, grimy

Find me, showin love, dippin with Mississippi thugs

Look at me I'm grippin my nuts, get it if you got the guts

Code to the streets say, fuck a "he say she say"

Do a nigga face to face from the suburbs to the PJ's

Never give no leeway, nigga better believe me

I always had to put in work, shit ain't never been easy

I guess I'm livin just to love for the city

And if you want me nigga come and get me, you feel me?

Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps

Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life

Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves

Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights