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(feat. Mac) [Mr. Marcelo] First of all, ain't no mistakes aloud Quickest nigga to pull a trigger moves the crowd Livin' it foul, ghetto nigga doing it wild Lots of niggas wanna be us, but they don't know how I growl like a dog, before I break ya off Anything above ya shoulders, I take it off I got nothing to lose but alot to gain I ran, I slang, I hang in the courtway mane Late night on the flight just doing my thing If it's beef I'm letting them rang, it ain't not thang To no nigga that fuck with me Doing bad they'll rob armored trucks with me Take it back to the hood and spit it up with me They dump for me, I guess cause of who I run with Niggas down to drop, givin' em low shit I pack a handgun with a .30 round clip Down to cut lose, no running or getting spooked Who act greedy?, if I can't, you can't either Me and Mac, in the beamer truck strangling heaters We live by it, we die by it [Chorus: Mr. Marcelo] SongtexteI live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef I sleep and I lie by the gun I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef I sleep and I lie by the gun [Mac] What, nigga, look My bodyguard ain't Kevin, they call him Mac-11 Look down the barrel and tell me if you see Hell or Heaven I murder my foes and pray for they souls And plead guilty, and expect the same when you kill me Tell my bitches to carry out the slaughter, and it's an order It'll be a red christmas, for you son and your daughters I live by it, but Mac will never die by it You don't want them Telly boys to come fly by G.T. Apostle, put that on the hood And if I die representin' that it's all good My brother Ghost is a straight shot, give him a glock From a rooftop, and they'll never know who shot [Chorus: Mr. Marcelo] I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef I sleep and I lie by the gun I live by it and I die by it, and if I got beef I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun [Mr. Marcelo] Man .38, I love her, .25 will make me miss her Traded in a 10 mintue to get his little sister Me and Mr. Mauseberg was tight as fuck But ain't no way I'm givin' my chopper up I love to hear the sound of M-16 Two 23's and AR-15's AP-9, Mac-11, and the techs in effect But ain't no telling, what finna eject Desert Eagle, we bustin' back at them people Niggas afraid, in the fade, throwin' grenades Pop a 4-5 and glide, it's real cool When 4-4 came around, they act a fool SK in the hallway, surrounded by troops For niggas that don't know, a troop is a .22 [Chorus: Mr. Marcelo] I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef I sleep and I lie by the gun I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun I live by it and die by it, and if I got beef I sleep and I lie by the gun, the gun Aus Songtexte Mania