Live or Die Lyrics by L.G. Wise

Live or Die Lyrics

    Verse 1

    Yo I roll with Godbody
    Prayin fearin nobody
    My life belong to Him
    So I don't need a shoty

    You ain't got no peace at home
    Ridin, cryin on the phone
    Puffin lah
    Ready to die
    So you huffin on your chrome

    So if the Ruff wanna ride
    The Ruff gotta die
    Just like if Puff wanna walk
    Then Puff gotta lie

    People just don't understand
    I spit it righteously
    But you get your life right
    And you might just be

    Got you candy-coated sweet-long
    With the feet on
    Clockin dollars everyday
    But you know you livin wrong

    So just livin life in this war like it's a game
    All alone and never knowin the peropse why they came
    In the streets they learn to kill
    In the club they pack steel
    And It's all for the sake of a game that ain't real
    So they learn to throw slugs
    Like they learn to sold drugs
    A good son corrupted by a cold hearted thug
    Fast life make no sence when you dead and you gone
    Right now you got a chance to chose your right from wrong
    But it kills me to see those thugs that don't care
    When they die leavin' children behind
    It ain't fair
    Some wanna ride
    Some wanna die
    But heres your chance to live or
    Live or die
    'Cuz the way that you live's gonna be the way that you die
    Look what you wanna do
    Live or die
    I know you claim to be real
    I see the thug in your eye
    So what you wanna do
    Live or die
    'Cuz the way that you come's gonna be the way that you go
    Now what you wanna do
    Live or die
    All the dough that you make you can't take when you go

    East Coast

    Name one get some
    Yo we got this here
    Predestened by the Lord
    You can't stop this here
    I roll with the real ones
    'Bout to drop this here
    Your visions kinda blury
    We 'bout to make this clear
    Lil Wayne I know you hurtin' 'cuz you lost your pops
    The block was so hot you had to slang that rock
    Thugs grillin' ya so you sleep with your glock
    Thuggin' hard up in my life
    Dogg I had to stop
    Saw my my man last year
    He just got locked
    Escaped from the hood
    Just like Lot
    Didn't wanna get shot
    End up just like Pac
    Or end up in the flames
    'Cuz It's just too hot

    Yeah, I heard your album
    And Baby boy it was wac
    Murder lyrics, deceving spirits sung over the track
    While you flowin in the studio and sippin' that cogiac
    What you spittin but not livin
    I'm tired of this phonie act
    Sold your soul, had to pay to play the game
    'Cuz as soon as you make that chedder son, you'll never be the same
    You forgot from which you came and you suckers are still lame
    Like Tony Montana and his wac rap game
    Money exagerates you, the truth will agravate you
    I spit the type of wisdom you choose or can't relate to
    Even the dumbest on the streets son, can estimate you
    Fantisizing in your lyrics seems to motivate you
    But I don't immitate you and I don't player hate you
    But I'm prayin' for your souls that hell's fire escape you
    I know the game ain't the same and the fame is what you claim
    But I'm tellin' you Playboy you gotta pay to play the game


    West Coast