Представляем точный текст композиции "Live By The Gun" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Tragedy Khadafi . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Live By The Gun» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Tragedy Khadafi передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Tragedy Khadafi - "Live By The Gun"
Lyrics to Live By The Gun : Tragedy Khadafi! The Foul Mahdi! Lifes a bitch - we open her up like C-sections Pour liquor on the asphalt for my dogs restin Its foul sport - you get iced with the Wesson Pay attention - my nigga, learn a lesson Rule one: never pull out guns and dont bust em Your dog cant look you in the eye, dont trust im Be the same niggas thatll split you like dutches Try to flame niggas when they get you in they clutches You talk like a gangsta, walk like a gangsta Watch for them haters - they tryin to get your paper The streets is a foul thing, a wild thing You wasnt locked in Sing Sing - you just love to sting How you a thug nigga - and you scared of the bing' Ima tell yall niggas one thing (Ya heard me') You was hot til we dropped and reduced your fever Heir to this thug shit like Julius Caesar [Chorus:] All my convicts, felony thugs, forever on the run Live by the gun, die by the gun Where you eat food, snatch plate, wherever drama come Live by the gun, die by the gun When it jump off - make it pop, you be the only one Live by the gun, die by the gun In this game of life - play hard, you only got one Live by the gun, die by the gun Yo - every man bleed like I do, so why fear you' That bullshit you throwin at me - I cant hear you But what I throw back - something that you can feel Teflon emerge from steel - shit is real A fishscale, verbally ill - no cut Hip-hop nearly lost its form until I struck Been rappin since crack was packed in tall capsules Now I rock platinum chains and ice statues Guerrilla gat - combat rap - shitll blast you I cock back and squeeze - what you fools gonna do' Just a copy of Mahdi - graft like Yacub My niggas on 162 Makin pie P.R. savage, Lincoln Hall in Comstock A flock of birds stash crib soon as you touch ground You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down You know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down [Chorus] You either end up dead or some vegetables While we escape with the extraterrestrials 2-5 embassy - now who next to lose' Mahdi, Khadafi, your highness will rule Carnivorous thug - digest your food Its like the Art of War volume two Underworld shit Duct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl shit You got trees, then twirl it My niggas url wit Iceberg velour suits and suede moccasins Air niggas out - deprive them of their oxygen My raps - blowin the world off its axis Ignitin like matches - burnin the illest graphics In Morocco in the drop with the top low Me against the world - still I cant be stopped, though My hoes like to ride on top and rock slow I flame-throw - my chain glow like a rainbow [Chorus] [ Live By The Gun Lyrics ]
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