Livin' 2 Die

Top Authority in the house Uhh We are slowly for surely dyin, I'm sittin back home cryin, tryin to cope Watchin over young ones, young Gz comin up slangin .... Livin ????? you're either dead or bein it, that's why you're locked up But I guess hopin, black and bein a ....., ever to much to smoke For these coppers, don't like us, the MC's they try us Roll em up and shake em up and talk your game and see who's the tightest And I is, messed up but it's especially the truth about my feelings Tryin ta make millions, but ain't seen the millions, so I'm stickin the ...... dealins Assisted, assisted the case, you missed the ...., it's feelin Forget suckin up *?deevy?* cos you ...... need to sing it If you're rated G, you're wit me til I D-I-E That's why we're livin 2 die Chorus: Livin 2 die, gotta do my time Livin 2 die, they ask me why do I get high I'm livin 2 die, cos I gotta do my time Livin 2 die, they ask me why do I get high It was a mix-up Saturday night, walkin by, a gunshot hook up wit down the Block Hopin the shit was a dream when I see my homey shot (Damn, man) Whole corner blocked off When my homey did a little dirt, that's why he got knocked off But skip that, me and my homey go back like 8-tracks And while I'm steady drinkin, I'm simply thinkin of that payback No time for layback, cos it's time to go do these busters Run thru these busters, and work out back on who dees busters As we creep, hope we creep up right behind em This here is weak, ain't gonna sleep until we find em Let em know, what they did, bust em straight up They took my homey away so now I'ma take their whole click Get matter-of-fact, I know where one of dem busters live And it gonna be drama when we pull him out his momma's crib Unload the gauges and the Tek 9's These busters try to check mines, it's time they respect mines And hit em right where it hurt Straight chop em off in the dirt, cos only way they goin out is in a hearse The simple fact is I don't know why I guess the same world we was given got us livin 2 die Chorus: Livin 2 die, gotta do my time Livin 2 die, they ask me why do I get high High Livin in fear, I know this grave shhhh, brothers are killin brothers over Stupid shhh Over material items and ....., 40 tips I will toss that crook or that ......, cos you'll learn Criminals earn every second, most infected by terms Hittin their hearse can provide you better protection Chucked out in this war, stand by the lord and take safety of a Smith & Wessun And stand by your door, cos your door can get kicked in Cos it's messed up where we're livin, cause this black-on-black blastin And it bring so much pain, but in the game, you know some days it rain Tricks runnin their mouth, tryin to frame a brother on 'caine It's so messed up, man, they ask me why do I stay high Smokin on fo'-fifty-fo' flight got me livin 2 die Chorus to fade