Live By The Gun Lyrics by Killah Priest

Live By The Gun Lyrics

    [hook: unknown singer]
    Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)

    [killah priest]
    I see demons in the atmosphere
    Gats appears out of nowhere
    Blood and crips be thuggin it
    Niggas be lovin that shit
    Bustin they guns to that shit
    Look at shorty over there
    On the street corner, packin heat on him
    Better warm em, bout to be dead soon
    I saw the sign in a red room
    Nervous, what’s our purpose?
    So many churches asked the reverend
    Do blacks get to go heavens
    Pack da gat for armageddon
    Mac-11, know where headin
    Selling crack since seven
    B.c., l.k., neatha
    From bushwick to bed-stuy
    Got my momma on her knees by her bedsides
    A man walked in with a suit and a necktie

    [chorus: unknown singer]
    Falling from heaven in hell, spending our days
    Asking for christ to come, and change our ways
    Cold in the night chasing the light
    O father forgive us for what we done to you

    [goldie]
    Mind slippin, gotta focus
    What you think i was, in and out when i wrote this
    Coming from a race of people that’s hopeless, copeless
    Things seem like they never change, it’s strange man
    It’s like the night brings, pain afflicting my brain
    Damn man, trying to maintain, my my my composure
    Puffing on dosher, feel like the hearts getting colder
    Black p stone solider knows ya, follow ya then fold ya hold ya
    Uh, if you chose to bang with me hang
    With me do ya thang with me, but i see angels see
    Flying through my mind crying doing time

    [judas maccabee]
    Dear father, forgive me for what i done
    Live by the gun die by the gun
    Screaming bloody murdah, murder and more murder
    Red rum red rum
    Monster like coby
    You don’t know me i’m a o.g.
    You try to pop me i’m a pop you
    Ready to die bitch
    Ready to die too

    [chorus]

    [nikki bonds]
    North, south, midwest, west, east coast
    Wherever i go keep the heat close
    Got some .45 slugs make a nigga eat those
    If not leave a nigga with some deep holes
    Throws his body in a deep hole
    Never fuck with no creep hoes
    Rose cartel staring in street show
    Find me layed back sitting in a e-420
    With 20 grand in the truck, hand on the pump
    Ready to dump on any man for a lump
    Acting like a bitch, is you a man or a chump?
    Many niggas stood in the quicksand and they sunk
    Nikki bonds, rose cartel, killah priest
    Masada rose be the sheik from the middle east
    Swinging a double edge sword trying to stay the beast
    Swinging a double edge sword trying to stay the beast

    [chorus]

    [hook x7]

    [unknown singer]
    Father forgive us...

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