Live Yo Life Lyrics - Singles - Luniz

Featuring dru down 

*(yukmouth talking)* 

Hennessy! (hindu) 

Pass it! 

(ahhh) 

It's yo life. 

It's yo life. 

It's yo life. 

Ballin, hit the scene. 

*(luniz, dru down)* 

Get yo grind on man. 

(get yo grind on) 

Get yo scrilla on 

(the scrilla, scratch, paper) 

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1 *(numskull)* 

I won't let it phase me 

This the game mayne 

An this is my domain 

Make a couple of bomb 

Shit this ain't the same 

Now i'ma send this repetension 

I'm supposed to have g's 

So, all eyes is on me 

I see this rap shit ain't brought me nathin 

But a 50 couple of mo hoes 

And major playa hatin 

A nigga can't win for losin 

I'm might be choosin the wrong thang to do 

But i'm hustlin the same thing as you 

Photos 

Nigga i came to the town already 

The town still takin, now i gotta deal wit ya'll bitch niggas hatin 

Fuck that 

Hit me if ya wanna 

Mini 14 got ya greedy in the corner 

Wanna see me? 

You know where i hang 

Where i used to slang caine 

An got my first case for a thang-thang 

About keepin shit real 

This it nigga 

Get yo mail on 

Stay away from all this bitch shit 

I don't wanna kill nobody (nobody) 

But off the hook 

I guess broke niggas make the best crooks (like you) 

I got a question 

Serious as thee 

Why's everybody always hatin on me? 

*(luniz, dru down) 

Get yo grind on man. 

(i'm the pusha, pusha man.) 

Get yo scrilla on. 

(the scrilla, scratch, paper nigga.) 

Get yo pimp on man. 

(i keeps the pimpin fa real though.) 

Get yo scrilla on. 

(i need my money right now bitch.) 

2 *(yukmouth)* 

West coastin 

Pacific ocean 

Niggas in oakland 

Cut close to sellin dope an high 

Smokin until a nigga stop chokin 

Get broken off 

For tryin to spit a razor blade out 

Then whip the gage out 

An blow him rib cage out 

I got my fetti 

Hit up casino's like joe pesci 

The get away ridin a jet skit 

I'm double 0-7, golden eye 

Gold mouth, golden finga 

Ass out while i'm holdin nina 

I remember when i used to sell dope 

Makin 20 off a note 

Task smash an grab a nigga by the throat 

But i swallowed it 

An you can spit it out 

When they split i be the first nigga that try to shit it out 

Now i'm on some mo' 

Rolex 

Moet 

X-o 

Mo sex than the next hoe 

Tote tech's when we rollin (skee skirt) 

It's the creamery 

Hit the scenery 

So cleanery 

On chrome eighteens rollin the greenery. 

*()* 1x 

3 *(numskull)* 

I hate you 

And you hate me 

To slang i-c-e 

But i see me 

Bubblin mo than thee 

To be or not to be 

(that's the question) 

Like shakespeare 

You inturrupt my struggle and i make fear. 

4 *(yukmouth)* 

Stayed on the west coast 

The best coast 

Still yo ass full of guest coast 

Bitches! 

Get yo neck choked 

Niggas! 

Get yo chest smoked 

Same thing for nay fiends 

These nay fiends 

Hoe want bankin 

Thankin they bitch ass cuz it's stankin. 

5 *(numskull)* 

I'm stankin like x-o 

Staggering my whole life through me 

I'm headed to the west like fievel 

I know where i'm supposed to be like compass' 

No matter where the fuck you from 

Yo bitch is bumpin this. 

6 *(yukmouth)* 

Nigga i got that a-1 yola or k!! 

Straight margerin 

Niggas be starvin in the drought 

Puttin fo sale signs on they cars an house 

Yukmouth about that scrilla, scratchola 

Stackola on the up an up 

I can't be fuckin up. 

*()* 1x 

*(dru down's outro)* 

Nigga get yo scrilla on nigga! 

(biatch!) 

Luniz and mutha fuckin dru down, you know 

(eastside!!) 

Steady grindin. 

(the vill in this mutha fucka!) 

Yeah that's how we keep sellin these mutha fuckin records you know. 

(biatch!) 

Keepin the scrilla, keep the pimpin up to, ah. me!?