Текст песни Mr. Marcelo f Mac - Live By It
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[Mr. Marcelo]First of all, ain`t no mistakes aloudQuickest nigga to pull a trigger moves the crowdLivin` it foul, ghetto nigga doing it wildLots of niggas wanna be us, but they don`t know howI growl like a dog, before I break ya offAnything above ya shoulders, I take it offI got nothing to lose but alot to gainI ran, I slang, I hang in the courtway maneLate night on the flight just doing my thingIf it`s beef I`m letting them rang, it ain`t not thangTo no nigga that fuck with meDoing bad they`ll rob armored trucks with meTake it back to the hood and spit it up with meThey dump for me, I guess cause of who I run withNiggas down to drop, givin` em low shitI pack a handgun with a .30 round clipDown to cut lose, no running or getting spookedWho act greedy?, if I can`t, you can`t eitherMe and Mac, in the beamer truck strangling heatersWe live by it, we die by itChorus: [Mr. Marcelo]I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beefI sleep and I lie by the gunI live by it and I die by it, and if I got beefI sleep and I lie by the gun[Mac]What, nigga, lookMy bodyguard ain`t Kevin, they call him Mac-11Look down the barrel and tell me if you see Hell or HeavenI murder my foes and pray for they soulsAnd plead guilty, and expect the same when you kill meTell my bitches to carry out the slaughter, and it`s an orderIt`ll be a red christmas, for you son and your daughtersI live by it, but Mac will never die by itYou don`t want them Telly boys to come fly by G.T. Apostle, put that on the hoodAnd if I die representin` that it`s all goodMy brother Ghost is a straight shot, give him a glockFrom a rooftop, and they`ll never know who shotChorus: [Mr. Marcelo]I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beefI sleep and I lie by the gunI live by it and I die by it, and if I got beefI sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun[Mr. Marcelo]Man .38, I love her, .25 will make me miss herTraded in a 10 mintue to get his little sisterMe and Mr. Mauseberg was tight as fuckBut ain`t no way I`m givin` my chopper upI love to hear the sound of M-16Two 23`s and AR-15`sAP-9, Mac-11, and the techs in effectBut ain`t no telling, what finna ejectDesert Eagle, we bustin` back at them peopleNiggas afraid, in the fade, throwin` grenadesPop a 4-5 and glide, it`s real coolWhen 4-4 came around, they act a foolSK in the hallway, surrounded by troopsFor niggas that don`t know, a troop is a .22Chorus: [Mr. Marcelo]I live by it and die by it, and if I got beefI sleep and I lie by the gunI live by it and die by it, and if I got beefI sleep and I lie by the gun, the gunI live by it and die by it, and if I got beefI sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun