L.G. Wise - Live or Die lyrics

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Verse 1

Yo I roll with Godbody

Prayin fearin nobody

My life belong to Him

So I don't need a shoty

You ain't got no peace at home

Ridin, cryin on the phone

Puffin lah

Ready to die

So you huffin on your chrome

So if the Ruff wanna ride

The Ruff gotta die

Just like if Puff wanna walk

Then Puff gotta lie

People just don't understand

I spit it righteously

But you get your life right

And you might just be

Got you candy-coated sweet-long

With the feet on

Clockin dollars everyday

But you know you livin wrong

So just livin life in this war like it's a game

All alone and never knowin the peropse why they came

In the streets they learn to kill

In the club they pack steel

And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't real

So they learn to throw slugs

Like they learn to sold drugs

A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug

Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gone

Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wrong

But it kills me to see those thugs that don't care

When they die leavin' children behind

It ain't fair

Some wanna ride

Some wanna die

But heres your chance to live or

Chorus

Live or die

'Cuz the way that you live's gonna be the way that you die

Look what you wanna do

Live or die

I know you claim to be real

I see the thug in your eye

So what you wanna do

Live or die

'Cuz the way that you come's gonna be the way that you go

Now what you wanna do

Live or die

All the dough that you make you can't take when you go

East Coast

Name one get some

Yo we got this here

Predestened by the Lord

You can't stop this here

I roll with the real ones

'Bout to drop this here

Your visions kinda blury

We 'bout to make this clear

Lil Wayne I know you hurtin' 'cuz you lost your pops

The block was so hot you had to slang that rock

Thugs grillin' ya so you sleep with your glock

Thuggin' hard up in my life

Dogg I had to stop

Saw my my man last year

He just got locked

Escaped from the hood

Just like Lot

Didn't wanna get shot

End up just like Pac

Or end up in the flames

'Cuz It's just too hot

Yeah, I heard your album

And Baby boy it was wac

Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the track

While you flowin in the studio and sippin' that cogiac

What you spittin but not livin

I'm tired of this phonie act

Sold your soul, had to pay to play the game

'Cuz as soon as you make that chedder son, you'll never be the same

You forgot from which you came and you suckers are still lame

Like Tony Montana and his wac rap game

Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate you

I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can't relate to

Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate you

Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate you

But I don't immitate you and I don't player hate you

But I'm prayin' for your souls that hell's fire escape you

I know the game ain't the same and the fame is what you claim

But I'm tellin' you Playboy you gotta pay to play the game

Chorus

West Coast