Prodigy of Mobb Deep - Live lyrics

rate me

Over here, we tie your ass up to a chair

And throw bricks at you top beef with your head

Slow pain, torture style,

Better hope one of these shits knock you out

Unjaw, watch you suffer, scream, shout

And all that badman shit out the window

And why he gone, I’m having his bimbo

Life is ill, and it makes y’all turns bro

Niggas is foul, they run upon you quick lop

Niggas is foul, they run upon you quick loking

Light you up, stop your brain

From going any further, now you don’t think

So tough, think you so tough

Nigga be cool just get your bucks

Should have been cool and just got the ones

Network with the thugs, that’s all soaking

Bread money attract women

And how you’re pleasant with royalties everything

You unlord piece of shit, ungrateful, son of a hoe

You baby mama calling you dumb, fucked her at that door

[Hook] x 2

Now ain’t that a bitch, that’s life, fuck that, live

I’m nice, I’m high off of this

Get right, do it all big

This life, get right, live

And let die, just let go and let guard

We be a’ight, just cool man, calm

Anybody violate us, we bomb

Nigga wrong gonna do that, he dumb

Anybody that foolish, need scars

Permanent reminders, got it more sick cause I spit like the virus

Boy if I get up on my shit, say goodbye is

Time to meet your maker, don’t cry

It’s a little bit too late now, for that crying

I am, the fly thug, poster board, I rap for every young scrap up in the joint

I fight for every time my pockets is empty

Now I popped on pour some in the street

In memory of the old me, the one and only RIP

[Hook] x 2

Now ain’t that a bitch, that’s life, fuck that, live

I’m nice, I’m high off of this

Get right, do it all big

This life, get right, live.