Live Or Die feat Nolimits
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Mmm, Master P and Tretch
Nigga, it's all family, baby
Get them naughty boys
I got the no limit soldiers
We gon' posse up
These niggas gon' pay us
I thought I told you
Have my money
You got until sunrise
Or lose your life
We comin' with them thangs
And we're ready to rock
Are you ready to die? (live or die, live or die, live or die, live or die)
Give a little bit of taste to the bass, to the face
In a place for anybody not paying on time
Rather be up in a six foot cell
Before I let another nigga get flagrant with mine
And we be taking all cash, no checks, so go cancel this
I know niggas are so scandalous
That once I bust 'em I show enough crush
So how many people thinking that they can stand with this shit
I thought somebody told you boy
Them naughty niggas ain't no toys
You fuckin' with sixteen styles over sixteen bars
Sixteen car man entourage
And when we get things started
I'm the hardest artist
Styles I flip's retarded
Family who can handle this
From Miltown to S.C. to Los Angeles
I thought I told you have my money
You got until sunrise or lose your life
We comin' with them thangs and we ready to rock
Are you ready to die? (live or die, live or die, live or die, live or die)
Hear the tale of a new town OG
Better know me, shape the goatee
CGP bring the clip shells and O.E and gats
So no one gets close to me
And down the scrap raisin' from that
True tradition, raise 'em up
And gangsta bitches that'll blaze and bust 'em
Played for fuck
Now we had a deal to knock off joints
Jillies jackin' with the drop off point
You backed out, I fuckin' witnessed it
And had partners I had to split shit with
At sundown, see how a winner works
I send a tech mount and a tennis skirt
Pop the blood clot
Watch the thug rock slugs pop
With every cop on the block
With double I on my mug shots
He better pay me like he postin' bail
Or send his hand with no nails to his mom in the mail
I thought I told you have my money
You got until sunrise I lose your life
We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride
Are you ready to die? (live or die, live or die, live or die, live or die)
Y'all lookin' down but I'm back
Now break me off my pops again
Gotta keep your motherfuckin' nephew steppin' on my moccasins
We blendin' with trench, inventin' from Naughty by nature
There's misquote silk that's shockin' them
No limit, lieutenant, it's in it again
Catch me in the studio, dabblin' from it
Hackin' bad with a pen
No lackin', no add draggin', no bamblin'
I'm grabbin' the mic and the booth in the beat
Come on, then we start wrasslin'
Turnin' and tusslin'
Clutchin' and musclein'
I summons up the demons when I'm bustin' 'em
If you wanna live you wouldn't fuck with them
Haha, don't fuck with them
Look, nigga, I keep a tight show
Luciano type dough
Picture Al Capone's rap, nigga
I got that type of flow
Don't floss if it ain't yours
See, we a bunch of feature artists
Y'all a bunch of amores
Get the pictures like Van Gogh
Plus, they done banned our tours
Catch me gettin' my floss on
Walkin' 'cross marble-tanned floors
Can't even touch the flow
Can't even touch no coke
Picture I'm made now
I can't even much touch it no more
Fuck the whole rap game up
Nigga, just one of my lines
Say no nigga like me, you lying
Bitch, 'cause I'm like one of a kind
From the juror to the five-o
We get down to thirty, you heard me?
I gotta eat
If I gotta go street cop
Two keys for thirty
I thought I told you
Have my money (y'all better have what y'all owe me)
(Like sundown) You got until sunrise (when summer get mystical)
Or lose your life (Naughty by nature, my boys in 'em)
(We comin' to get y'all) We comin' with them thangs
(Have what y'all owe me) And we're ready to rock
Are you ready to die? (live or die, live or die, live or die, live or die)
Where they at, let's get em