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Текст песни Tragedy Khadafi - Live by the Gun

Tragedy Khadafi - Live by the Gun слова песни

Tragedy Khadafi!The Foul Mahdi!Life`s a bitch - we open her up like C-sectionsPour liquor on the asphalt for my dogs restin`It`s foul sport - you get iced with the WessonPay attention - my nigga, learn a lessonRule one: never pull out guns and don`t bust `emYour dog can`t look you in the eye, don`t trust `imBe the same niggas that`ll split you like dutchesTry to flame niggas when they get you in they clutchesYou talk like a gangsta, walk like a gangstaWatch for them haters - they tryin` to get your paperThe streets is a foul thing, a wild thingYou wasn`t locked in Sing Sing - you just love to stingHow you a thug nigga - and you scared of the bing?I`ma tell y`all niggas one thing(Ya heard me?)You was hot `til we dropped and reduced your feverHeir to this thug shit like Julius CaesarChorus:All my convicts, felony thugs, forever on the runLive by the gun, die by the gunWhere you eat food, snatch plate, wherever drama comeLive by the gun, die by the gunWhen it jump off - make it pop, you be the only oneLive by the gun, die by the gunIn this game of life - play hard, you only got oneLive by the gun, die by the gunYo - every man bleed like I do, so why fear you?That bullshit you throwin` at me - I can`t hear youBut what I throw back - something that you can feelTeflon emerge from steel - shit is realA fishscale, verbally ill - no cutHip-hop nearly lost its form until I struckBeen rappin` since crack was packed in tall capsulesNow I rock platinum chains and ice statuesGuerrilla gat - combat rap - shit`ll blast youI cock back and squeeze - what you fools gonna do?Just a copy of Mahdi - graft like YacubMy niggas on 162Makin` pieP.R. savage, Lincoln Hall in ComstockA flock of birds stash crib soon as you touch groundYou know my homies gotta live, yo burn it downYou know my homies gotta live, yo burn it downChorusYou either end up dead or some vegetablesWhile we escape with the extraterrestrials2-5 embassy - now who next to lose?Mahdi, Khadafi, your highness will ruleCarnivorous thug - digest your foodIt`s like the Art of War volume twoUnderworld shitDuct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl shitYou got trees, then twirl itMy niggas `url wit`Iceberg velour suits and suede moccasinsAir niggas out - deprive them of their oxygenMy raps - blowin` the world off its axisIgnitin` like matches - burnin` the illest graphicsIn Morocco in the drop with the top lowMe against the world - still I can`t be stopped, thoughMy hoes like to ride on top and rock slowI flame-throw - my chain glow like a rainbowChorus

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