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(Intro) They say you live by it, die by it The life of a G... (Hook) If my death is anything like my life Then I'ma die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap (Verse 1) Ayo my bond is my life, my word is my bond You pull the 2-5, I'ma pull the FoFo long Niggas can't stop my reign, my buzz too strong I was here when you came, I'll be here when you gone Keep talkin' like you tough when you're singin' ya song I blow ya head off, make the morgue sow it back on Niggas catch beef in the night, and slip in the dawn That's why the most bodies get dropped in the early morn' When the body gets scooped up and shipped to the morgue The killer go in the crib and pillow talk to his girl Baby mom say she gon' send him where he belong SongtexteCall the cops that's what happens when the woman is scorned At the end of most arguments somebody get warned Always gotta be right, just admit when you wrong Say you gon' ride through the hood and blow your chromes But you just bop through the hood and blow your horn (Hook) If my death is anything like my life Then I'ma die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap (Verse 2) Feel like I'm Tarzan, aw man, my girl Jane My homies wild like the animals we all bang Lookin' for this coward 'cause he owe me some small change Heard he in the gambling spot, How you gon' gamble while you owe me homie? I ran up in the card game with that long thing I'm puttin' dots on they heads while they playing poker I ain't playin' with ya'll lames, Man I gave them niggas polka dots like Charmane Sayin' they killers, man when they gon' start killin' When blood starts spillin' ya'll start sayin' ya'll chillin' Let them outta town niggas catch ya'll slippin' Pump work on the block, took food outta ya'll kitchen Flossed in ya parties, sexed all of ya'll women You runnin' round talkin' bout you ain't got no hard feelings You ain't got no hard feelings 'cause you're really a broad This nigga soft, I don't feel him if his feelings ain't hard (Hook) If my death is anything like my life Then I'ma die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap (Verse 3) 'Cause snatch you sharks out the ocean, and watch you die Take you guppies out the fish tank and let you dry Kill you piranhas at the blink of an eye But I ain't thinkin' bout you I got some bigger fish to fry 'Cause when a nigga live the thug life and somebody hit 'em The family always wanna blame the person who with 'em So if you was with your homie and ya'll got hit up And he ain't make it and you make it then you better grip up Now it's more homicide, more bloodshed 'Cause all they really wanna know is why you ain't dead A nigga follow my whip I ain't gon' scream and shout I'ma lead 'em to his death, that's what I'm about Call my homie on the cell, you chillin no doubt These niggas followin' the whip, they must think I'm a slouch I'ma ride through the block, by the club house When you see the car behind me, air that shit out (Hook) If my death is anything like my life Then I'ma die like a G Throw your hammers up in the sky just for me I don't live in the Stuy, the Stuy live in me Nigga what! Hit you up with the Mack Nigga what! You ain't fuckin' with Pap Sendin' shots at me, I'm bustin 'em back So I ride around the town with the gun in my lap Aus Songtexte Mania