The Game - Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle)

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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Yo I'm hoping out a phantom

With an iced out medallion

Stallions on both arms

Rocs on both charms

My dominican chick looking like scarface sister

Red and curly and she wake me up early

Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts

New york california different toilet same shit

In brooklyn I rock timbalands

Still toast cinammon

Been gangsta way before he dropped "many men"

Liquor in my system voice raspy

Who I sound like don't ask me

That's my nigga we classy

And that mind take a jeta

I style superior

The haters you can catch me in the later

Ralph lauren suit tape it up

Fly cause I'm papered up

Why these niggas keep hatin on my phantom

I be out in Atlanta and body tapping

I'm probably strapped

Toast it up Niggas

My hoods on a real dark side of the track

No sunny skies just really black

We get real down here

Lord Let Us Live

No playing round here

Lord Let Us Live

Don't hate my hood just hate my shine

We coming out we on our grind

We get real down here

Lord Let Us Live

We coming out here

Lord Let Us Live

Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store

Gansta rap is why I live just knock on the front door

Nigga stunt more than Jackie Chan

What the fuck them faggits saying

Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand

Take them back to 94'

Shooting out a astro

Banging was the blue print

Money was the master plan

Duffle bag full of grants and franklins

Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank than

Head to the barbershop to get chopped up

Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up

Who snitchin who pitching and who knocked up

Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust

Black hoodies and black aces standing on the pavement

Hustlers don't sleep nigga we work the graveshift

Fuck that long money nigga get paid quick

And don't save shit

My hoods on a real dark side of the track

No sunny skies just really black

We get real down here

Lord Let Us Live

No playing round here

Lord Let Us Live

Don't hate my hood just hate my shine

We coming out we on our grind

We get real down here

Lord Let Us Live

We coming out here

Lord Let Us Live

Lord know that money don't matter

Lord knows that status is badder

Lord knows bout the hood I live in

He keeps taking away but he's giving

Don't give me these cars

Don't give me these

Don't hate me just let me ride

Lord just give me life

I don't hate my people

that was a phase

I was caught up in a beef like a rat in the maze

And my legacy will never be that of a hater

Lyrical rhyme sayer

Whack niggas say a prayers

It's the return on gandi

Criminal mind the city behind me

Put on my face to remind me

Of all the shit I've been through

My physical presence

My pain through nights

My 1st album sent you light

I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre

No clean up hitter so I was stranded on 2nd base

I had to steal 3rd motherfucker that's my word

That some queen niggas try to put me back on the curb

I was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas

I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas

Like snoop or suge

I'm in the coop I'm good

Motherfuckers make way

My hoods on a real dark side of the track

No sunny skies just really black

We get real down here

Lord Let Us Live

No playing round here

Lord Let Us Live

Don't hate my hood just hate my shine

We coming out we on our grind

We get real down here

Lord Let Us Live

We coming out here

Lord Let Us Live