The Game, Chrisette Michele - Let Us Live (Album Version (Explicit))(2008)

[00:12.46] Lord, let us live
[00:15.35] Yeah, Scott Storch
[00:20.21] Yo, I'm hopin' out a Phantom with a' iced out medallion
[00:23.67] Stallions on both arms, rocks on both charms
[00:26.22] My Dominican chick lookin' like Scarface sister
[00:29.49] Red and curly and she wake me up early
[00:32.03] 'Cuz hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
[00:34.13] New York, California different toilet, same shit
[00:36.97] In Brooklyn I rock Timberlands, still toast cinnamon
[00:39.89] Been gangster way before he dropped many men
[00:42.40] Liquor in my system, voice raspy, who I sound like?
[00:45.61] Don't ask me that's my nigga we classy
[00:47.42] Him and Montega Jada, our style superior to haters
[00:50.32] You can catch me in the latest Marvin Gaters
[00:52.90] Ralph Lauren suit tape it up fly 'cause I'm papered up
[00:55.29] Why these niggas keep hatin' on my Phantom
[00:58.46] I be out in Atlanta and body tappin' I'm probably strapped
[01:01.36] Toast it up, niggas
[01:03.94] My hood's on the real dark side of the track
[01:06.51] No sunny skies, just really black
[01:09.67] We live real down here, Lord, let us live
[01:12.01] No playin' around here, Lord, let us live
[01:14.62] Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine
[01:17.24] We comin' out, we on our grind
[01:19.94] We live real down here, Lord, let us live
[01:22.71] We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live
[01:24.85] Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store?
[01:27.48] Gangsta rap is where I live, just knock on the front door
[01:29.73] Niggas stunt more than Jackie Chan
[01:31.56] What the fuck them faggots sayin'? Nothin'
[01:33.15] When I walk in the club with the gat in hand
[01:35.59] Take 'em back to ninety four, shootin' out a Astro van
[01:38.12] Bangin' was the blueprint, money was the master plan
[01:40.76] Duffel bag full of Grants and Franklins
[01:43.07] Rob niggas take they money, shoot straight to the bank then
[01:45.75] Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
[01:48.56] Hearin' war stories who dead and who locked up
[01:50.90] Who snitchin', who pitchin' and who knocked up
[01:53.77] Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust
[01:56.43] Black hoodies and black Asics standin' on the pavement
[01:59.00] Hustlers don't sleep, nigga, we work the grave shift
[02:02.47] Fuck that long money, nigga, get paid quick and don't save shit
[02:07.35] My hood's on the real dark side of the track
[02:10.02] No sunny skies, just really black
[02:12.80] We live real down here, Lord, let us live
[02:15.45] No playin' around here, Lord, let us live
[02:18.31] Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine
[02:20.97] We comin' out, we on our grind
[02:23.51] We live real down here, Lord, let us live
[02:26.17] We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live
[02:28.88] Lord knows that money don't matter
[02:31.49] Lord knows that status is badder
[02:34.07] Lord knows about the hood I live in
[02:36.41] Keeps takin' away but he's givin'
[02:39.23] Now don't give me these cars, Lord, let us live
[02:41.81] (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
[02:42.31] Don't give me these mansions, Lord, let us live
[02:43.98] (No, no, no, no, no, no, no)
[02:44.70] Don't hate me, just let me ride
[02:46.05] Lord, just give me light
[02:48.95] I don't hate Mobb Deep or MOP
[02:51.25] That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze
[02:54.15] And my legacy will never be that of a hater
[02:57.08] Lyrical rhyme slayer wack niggas say your prayers
[02:59.82] It's the return of Gandhi, criminal minded city behind me
[03:03.02] Put it on my face to remind me
[03:05.63] Of all the shit I been through, my physical presence
[03:07.78] My pen too nice, my first album sent you life
[03:10.33] I should've put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
[03:13.20] No clean up hitter so I was stranded on second base
[03:16.02] I had to steal third, motherfucker that's my word
[03:18.13] There's some Queens niggas try to put me back on the curb
[03:21.08] I was ultimate warrior to you, bully ass niggas
[03:23.47] I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas
[03:26.55] Like Snoop or Suge, I'm in the coupe I'm good
[03:28.99] Mothafuckas make way
[03:31.73] My hood's on the real dark side of the track
[03:34.67] No sunny skies, just really black
[03:36.46] We live real down here, Lord, let us live
[03:40.15] No playin' around here, Lord, let us live
[03:42.73] Don't hate my hood, just hate my shine
[03:45.55] We comin' out, we on our grind
[03:48.24] We live real down here, Lord, let us live
[03:50.80] We comin' outta here, Lord, let us live
[03:55.76] Is that Michelle Chrisette?
[03:58.77] Black Wall, Coollie High, Scott Storch, let's ride
[04:08.51] O eight to infinity, California, New York, shit
[04:10.68] Scott Storch, Scott Storch
[04:23.75] Scott Storch, Scott Storch, Scott Storch
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