Lirik Lagu Livin-n-hell - The Union
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featuring Blaze, Sticky Fingaz, X-1
(Do you believe in God? '98 nigga)
[Sticky Fingaz]I'm from New York nigga, the murder capitalCome in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap youI'm a sinner, I hope God forgive meAt the rate I'm goin now my moms'll probably out-live meAll my niggas is hardcore criminalsAll I got left is my word and my genitalsI'm on some thug shit till I get crematedMe and Larry Davis probably relatedI hate the judge and can't stand the copsWanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hotYou wanna KILL ME? I ain't scared to get smokedI'll probably die laughin, cuz y'all niggas is jokes WHAT!I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT!I'll make Ted Bundy look like the popeI show no love cuz I ain't got no feelingsYou know the routine, reach for the ceilingAnd if not for you, do it for your child's sake, niggaI'll get you murdered then come to your wakeI speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curseNiggas ears gon' bleed when they hear this verseHoldin court in the streets, I ain't doin a bidI'd rather die, put that on my unborn kidThere's two ways out the game, death or jailIf there's a God, then WHY THE FUCK I'M LIVIN IN HELL?
ChorusThere's two ways out the game, death or jailIf there's a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x)
[X-1]X-1'll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neckOut your mouth, I'll bet that'll straighten you outLive shit is the realest shit of all subjectsAnd I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspectLife tactics is all I spit in my rap shitMost y'all cats is wack and need practiceGet burned to ashes, spit on your casketIt's mad sick, drastic, it don't get no harder than thisSqueezin hard for the chipsMore bricks, the larger the wrist but that's the fun of itEvery car hidden go
(Do you believe in God? '98 nigga)
[Sticky Fingaz]I'm from New York nigga, the murder capitalCome in my hood wearin the wrong shit, they might cap youI'm a sinner, I hope God forgive meAt the rate I'm goin now my moms'll probably out-live meAll my niggas is hardcore criminalsAll I got left is my word and my genitalsI'm on some thug shit till I get crematedMe and Larry Davis probably relatedI hate the judge and can't stand the copsWanna dump on them pigs till my hands get hotYou wanna KILL ME? I ain't scared to get smokedI'll probably die laughin, cuz y'all niggas is jokes WHAT!I wanna wrap my hands around your throat WHAT!I'll make Ted Bundy look like the popeI show no love cuz I ain't got no feelingsYou know the routine, reach for the ceilingAnd if not for you, do it for your child's sake, niggaI'll get you murdered then come to your wakeI speak in four-letter words, my rhymes is curseNiggas ears gon' bleed when they hear this verseHoldin court in the streets, I ain't doin a bidI'd rather die, put that on my unborn kidThere's two ways out the game, death or jailIf there's a God, then WHY THE FUCK I'M LIVIN IN HELL?
ChorusThere's two ways out the game, death or jailIf there's a God, then why He got us livin in hell (4x)
[X-1]X-1'll blast five (BLAOW!) through the back of your neckOut your mouth, I'll bet that'll straighten you outLive shit is the realest shit of all subjectsAnd I love wreck, put the pressure on any suspectLife tactics is all I spit in my rap shitMost y'all cats is wack and need practiceGet burned to ashes, spit on your casketIt's mad sick, drastic, it don't get no harder than thisSqueezin hard for the chipsMore bricks, the larger the wrist but that's the fun of itEvery car hidden go
