How Ya Livin'

What?
Back to back Benzes, with the wild gremlins
Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is
Life now, let me find out, you want the life style of mine
No pal of mine
Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time
Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine
While we parle with the flyest mommy of 25th street

Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the six V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me, then put ya best to it
I die black, we see you in Allah Kingdom you try that
Check the fly cat, two point five multiply that
Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tatoos
You can look, but don't touch we bad news

American Me, elgancy, treasury
Wit the hopes to be rich before the bury me
Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice
My fire ashes, only macks I interact with
We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm
But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong
Select features, sit back connect the pieces
Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless

He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out
Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about
Through all the routes landed here, beach houses with the chandelier
Me & my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential Suites at the Tangiere

How you livin' on your block?
Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block?
I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot?
Same shit dun
Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top
Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop

VVSin', nothin' less than how we steppin'
Coupes kidded, cuties wear the sleazy dress &
See me flexin' through the hood, d's be stressin'
Illegal search, tryin' to find weapons for gun possession
Never want for questions, every move made is destined
Black professors, let's take it back to the essence

Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin'
Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin'
Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage
The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon
Chipped up, live by morals don't get it mixed up
This what?, millionaire strut, with the Crist cup

Switched up, slow goin', gold showin'
Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin'
Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion
Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin'
Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extraordinaire
Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year

No where to go from here, but the top of this sphere
Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here
With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster
See me at the Copa, platinum choka
The God's wit me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me
Pick one out of two dimes to twist me
New nines is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit

That's strictly made for cats whose rich
Excuse me, is that your bitch in my six
Turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits
On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted
But don't get it confused over this rap shit
Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face
Oyster perpetual Roly with the day & date

Y'all player hate this
To fly for female singers who get face lifts
& Fake titties
We rule the world & take cities
I dreamed of this son
Happy we made it past the jakes, fakes
And fiends of the slum (Wor)

How you livin' on your block?
Mines is hot, how you livin' on your block?
I got it locked, what's goin' down on your side, who got shot?
Same shit dun
Yeah, alright I'll meet you up top
Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop

(Un, un) from the Coke game (Coke game) to the dope game
From a slow brain (Dope game) Ha, ha (Fuck a no name)
We done did it again son, they can't fuck around (No doubt, un)

You know the game don't stop, from the Coke game to the Dope game
(Firm Biz, Firm Biz... un... Total Package)
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the Coke game to the Dope game
Fuck a no name (un, un B.K., Q.B., un)
That the game don't stop, from the Coke game
To the Dope game, know the doe... (Escobar, Sosa, ha ha, un)
Niggas know that the game don't stop (Firm Biz)
From the Coke game to the Dope game

Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
Niggas know that the game don't stop
From the Coke game, to the Dope game, fuck a no name



Credits
Writer(s): Nasir Jones, Anthony S. Cruz, Leshan Lewis, La Forrest Cope
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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