We Live This Lyrics - Hard To Kill - Gucci Mane

[Intro] 

Yeah! It's ya boy Black Magic 

My nigga Young Snead, let's go 

[Verse 1] 

Ay man I walk like a soldier, talk like a soldier 

Since I moved to the South, my slang got colder 

Walk got pimper, cane with the limper 

Treat my bitch right, always lobster and shrimp her 

Flatbush Ave I'm the number one contender 

Simpson Road fashion, poppin wheelies on the Ninja 

Whip game hot, flow cold like the winter 

Ball hard if niggaz got blocks like a center 

Time for me to switch it up, bigger car bigger truck 

Got the new house and that too was big as fuck 

And this a must that you see me blow 

Lil' nigga hold the weight like my CEO 

Now it's back to the business, we eat sleep and shit this 

Take this, shoot him and any fuckin witness 

Always on some pimp shit, never on some simp shit 

At Big Cat Records nigga e'ryday is Christmas 

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[Chorus] 

We eat, we sleep, we shit this 

Big whips, big chips, we live this 

Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches 

Us young niggaz out there handle our business 

We eat, we sleep, we shit this 

Big whips, big chips, we live this 

Smoke kush, pop Crist', fuck bitches 

And send them goons if them goons on our shitlist 

[repeat 2X] 

Guess what I heard? Gucci Mane back 

Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat 

Guess what I heard? Young Snead on some other shit 

Tell them fuck niggaz they can miss us with that sucker shit 

[Verse 2] 

I'm addicted to the trap, down with Big Cat 

and you know he got a strap, why you wanna try me? 

And you know I gotta scrap, you a country boy 

so you know I gotta trap (AYYYY!) 

Cop the fruity watch just to hurt the haters' faces 

Big Cat chain with the Big Cat bracelet 

Big Cat bracelet with the Big Cat bracelet 

Countin twenty mill' in the Big Cat basement 

I heard, I heard, word on the street 

Gucci fell down now he back on his feet 

Anti-social, he don't really socialize 

What'cha call that? I call it street certified~! 

A hundred thou' sold no lie 

So call the fire truck, cause Gucci on fire 

And he pulled up in a 'rrari 

And if he hurt your feelings when he did then he sorry! 

[Chorus - repeat 2X] 

[Verse 3] 

I'm a certified pimp shawty, never seen me cake a hoe 

Bad bitch one night, next day another hoe 

A young'un with a bankroll, listen what I date 'em fo'? 

Benefits and everythang that I can go and break 'em fo' 

We eat, we sleep, we shit this 

Smoke kush, pop Crist', real pimp shit 

Big chains, big whips on 6's 

I got money on my mind so fuck bitches 

I'm in the Coupe with the top back, Lamborghini do's on it 

Had to do it B-I-G, so I throwed the 4's on it 

Tote a fo'-fo' so the kid scream 'Fuck a hater!' 

All black, long part, somethin like The Terminator 

Call me the exterminator, sprayin like the Orkin man 

You don't want no part of that we deeper than a marching band 

We trap, we slang, we hustlers 

And stay away from you motherfuckin busters 

[Chorus] 

[repeat 2X] 

Guess what I heard? Gucci Mane back 

Guess what I heard? Man he reppin Big Cat 

Guess what I heard? Young Snead on some other shit 

Tell them fuck niggaz they can miss us with that sucker shit