Live By The Gun Lyrics - Tony Yayo And Big Mike Present Tony's Home - Tony Yayo

Yeah, yo word up man 

Fucking cold out here man, fucking toes is killing me man 

Fucking been on the block all day man 

But you know I gotta get this money, rain, sleet, snow man 

Fuck man, yo man listen 

Yo we project living with plastic on the furniture 

Little niggaz coming up will fucking try to murda ya 

The D's not out so the coast is clear 

But it's getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear 

Everybody got a nena, everybody got a vest 

New York City is the arena of death 

Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard 

Seeing more D's than a damn report card 

Everybody rap now, follow they dreams 

I'm a call my clientele man and sign all my fiends 

Same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes 

All day in the spot by a dirty stove 

Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy 

But I'm only human so these niggaz wanna clap me 

The drug game over but there's money to make 

So niggaz clappin' at niggaz to raise the crime rate 

You can live by the gun or die by the bullet 

Niggaz push me for sho I'm gonna pull it 

Material objects got the world crooked 

In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit 

Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit 

Niggas thats ass stay with the full clip 

Guns get blast, niggaz on that shook shit 

So live by the gun or die by the bullet 

The rhymes you spit can embarass the city 

Well, my game bag names like Paris and Nikki 

Load the semi I'm in the spot carving the crack 

You stunt I'll leave my bullets lodged in your back 

New York City, everything move fast 

Little girls get pregnant, throw their baby in the trash 

China white wizzy movin' quickly on the ave 

Same coke that got Whitney in the rehab 

Up early in the morning 'cuz there's money to earn 

'Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm 

We got nicks, trieze, twenties and dimes 

Got my spot looking like a soul train line 

Fuck doin' time, I'm trying to progress 

Get that money man nigga serve your projects 

Hustlin' homie thats all I know 

In the summer time I can make the whole strip snow 

You can live by the gun or die by the bullet 

Niggaz push me for sho', I'm gonna pull it 

Material objects got the world crooked 

In my hood they hustle and be on the juoke shit 

Snakes in the grass, be on that bullshit 

Niggas thats ass stay with the full clip 

Guns get blast, niggaz on that shook shit 

So live by the gun or die by the bullet