Live Or Die Lyrics - Singles - L.g. Wise

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 

''cause 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 

''cause 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' ''cause 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 

''cause 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 

''cause 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