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Correct Livin' The Life Lyrics
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Yeah Yeah, f*ck I'm talkin' 'bout right here? Niggas ain't ready Knowhatimsayin? My nigga P Kiss, c'mon Livin the life, steady keepin it tight Never take a funny nigga's advice Pimpin the game, never trippin on fame When I'm done you'll respect my name The vision is real, time will reveal As I pack the steel Treasure I found, with the platinum sound That no other can put down I take a lot of advice, my lifestyle's product and dice And guns that'll target your pipe It's sorta like approachin the don, wrong word, wrong vibe 4-5'll leave most of you harmed Move coke through the ocean, paid off the coast guard Sailed out to Cuba, made sure shit's potent Violence with caution.. And ain't too many niggas you know that got pilots transportin Egg nog whip, four door Ferrari 2 M-16s's, I beg y'all flip I'm the hardest nigga you know, check it out Turned 40 ki's to 80 when I get in the door So I flash like cameras, blast like hammers I worry about y'all lil' niggas just like your grandmas Get shit jumpin like the playoffs Every twenty minutes a day give or take I knock a K off Been in the hood for real long Catch me anywhere and I got a half a mill' on Jada, kiss you now, you die now - why later? Double R and Violator Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah P and Kiss y'all don't wanna miss this That's two ghetto-ass niggas on the same shit We the two best you ever gon' hear in your life Appreciate this shit; Infamous Records and Double R Nigga Cadillac trucks and bikes Mac 10's go off, P that young boss Blue bottles'll pop champagne and dutches Hundreds of that Branson, honies what's happenin Yeah, come thug it with us, we rugged and rough Out the box brand new shit for you to get crunk Heavyweight bars and hooks for you to turn up This is that gangsta shit the world'll bump This is that major shit, we burnin up Keep your ear to the street and you gon' listen to us Pull up my V is crushed, I blew up the spot Wit the twenties that keep spinnin after I stop When my bunny step out the car e'rybody watch When the Lambo' doors lift up, faces drop Somebody daughter fin' ta get f*cked tonight Cause we fillin up the cars and the trucks tonight, what C'mon, yeah Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo Niggas is lame and they ain't firin back And I don't understand how these young boys be admirin rats But don't worry 'bout Kiss, bein a snitch Only time I drop a dime when I'm leavin a bitch Am I allowed to hit 'em? These thugs that's actin Like slugs is awards and they proud to get 'em Nigga how dare chumps; put the pumps to the back of they neck And pop 'em just like air bumps Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Ok let's bang nigga, the f*ck you thought? P wet behnd the hammer, you get blammed up Guns'll shut your mouth, and f*ck you up My dunns'll raid your crib and rape your slut We them real live N. Y. Niggas We don't play, dead real boy, stay in your place 'Fore I put skirt on you; a wood box with some dirt on you You gotta be kiddin my shottie be spittin You hittin light poles tryin to get away from me The Continental T'll wrap around a tree F*ckin wit P, yeah that brand new exclusive shit A polka dot whip, with blood burgandy fits Violator.. Violator nigga, what?
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