Leva, Leva, Leva, Leva Die Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

[Triple C] 

You better run for cover muthafucker's and think of something fast 

Before you end up just another bitch that couldn't last 

Ain't no guage to be played unless you ready for some combat 

It's 1998 and all these jealous got me straped 

Sleeping with my eyes open, quick to draw my gun 

Got me hopin' and prayin', that I don't end up the next one 

Don't make me unleash a couple of rounds, shoot some down 

Didn't chu know this little motherfucker ain't afraid to unload 

Dumpin' shell's all over the street, steady servin' heat 

Turn on the only soldiers just standin' on my feet 

I'm really tryna make this situation very clear 

Ain't a man alive, on this earth, that I fear 

Now we can handle this confertation, any way you want 

Just as long you don't act like a bitch, or a cunt 

I must admit that some try look at me no respect 

For those who've lay it, so hold on tight, to your life 

Cause we just might have to take it 

Locked and loaded fully automatic, just in case 

Finger on the trigger, spittin' hollow points all over the place 

Ready to rumble, ?? ammunition, prepare to retaliate any competition 

Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil' Rob)] 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Leva take a bullet in the eye) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9) 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time) 

[Triple C] 

A rough motherfucker from '75 

A down ass mexican, I'm still alive 

Corazon in the heart is still muthafucka 

Flowin' on the mic, and no big deal, because I'm down for mine 

I'll rob a puto blind, take his life holmes, I don't waste time 

We won't have the time to drop a dime on me the A-R-T the motherfuckin T 

Another mission so I'm on the run, the one I got 

But I had to take your life with a gun, killin' motherfuckers 

Just same ol' thang, if I ain't gonna do it, he's gonna die anyway 

From a gangbang, or a drug thang, swept of his feet, from a good slang 

Who of my partna's gonna die next, either torcherd in hell 

As if they havin' a rest 

Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil' Rob)] 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Leva take a bullet in the eye) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9) 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time) 

[Lil' Rob] 

Lil' Rob comin' back to huantcha, what you got uh 

Say about what you did to me, you gotta be kiddin' me, bullshitin' me 

I can give a fuck about your vida, your better believe 

You'll meet, the nine millimeter, so be a, walkin' dead man 

Until I arrive cap stinging your ass 

Like you were playin' with a bee hive 

Look behind you, what chu find, my...mind's on your murder 

When your murder's on my mind, all the time I uh 

Tried to think about somethin' else, but I see the, murderin' you 

What kind of mother fuck her self, and I don't think it's time 

For me to go cryin', when it's time for me go, I won't go quite 

Sounding like the 4th of July, when I die 

Or maybe a World War II, as I drop the fuckin' bombs on you 

But what the fuck you gonna do? Lil' Rob be the fuckin' baddest 

Mexicano with the baddest, leavin' you leva's in a casket 

Chorus:[Triple C, (Lil' Rob)] 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Leva take a bullet in the eye) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9) 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time) 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Leva take a bullet in the eye) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(From the 8-0-5 to the 6-1-9) 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

(Go for your's, I'm gonna go for mine) 

Leva, leva your gonna die 

(Cappin' the fools who makin' waste of time) 

Leva, leva, leva, leva 

Leva, leva, leva, leva