CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Die Like A Gee Or Live Like A Trick
[Poppa LQ]
The early '80s was the time frame
When I first moved to the turf on the street named (10th Avenue)
Sleepin' on the floor with my folks in a one bedroom
Ditchin' school, trynna find a way to make some revenue
And sellin' dope is what I need to do to get above
I got a sack, rocked it up, chopped it up, and sold it dove for dove
I was probably only nine or ten
Holdin' the ave, checkin' ends, trynna grind for mine
I kept my woke up under my tongue until my mouth got numb
Wore a pistol for the fool dumb enough to snatch my dope and run
At fifteen I was transportin' herbs
Stackin' my money and moved my momma to the suburbs
Niggas wanted consignment but I told them all to miss me
Now they want to get me and contemplate the p*ssy
The game was gettin' shitty so I bounced up off the state
'Cause niggas was gettin' stuck with Buck Rodgers dates
Life ain't livin' if you're scared to die
A G dies once but a trick dies a thousand times
So raise up off me or your ass gets shot
You best to say your prays and get your ride on low
[Menace Clan]
My mind's set on the bank roll stroll with them empties
Bitches see the date and so they label me a pimp
But I'm hustlin', ain't trustin' nothin' but my paper
I used to walk around the hood now niggas catchin' vapors
This is safer to let me make mine
I re-up, hit the mall after these last nine ounces is gone
'Cause it's on on the east side, mafia pride
These hoes know what's poppin' when my homeboys ride
[Menace Clan]
See it's all about the westside, where niggas ain't scared to come outside
From 74th to 83rd, f*ck what you heard
Birds don't fly south for the winter
I sent a key and a half to my G and I laugh
I'm countin' my money, I know the math
P-I-M-P, see I empty out the clip
I make a Blood bleed, a Crip see R.I.P
Set trip and I'mma finish it
I'm on some Menace shit
Pass the mother f*cking chronic when it's lit
I was sellin' down the street
Some niggas rolled up and said, "Who you from?"
I didn't run, I didn't have my gun
I hit them niggas up 'cause I don't give a f*ck
I'm a G and I'm a die like one
And you's a trick
[CJ Mac]
I know's the crack game like I know the back of my hand
I can eyeball two keys gram for gram
Hook them mother f*ckers make them come back at three
Shoot one to Alabama, and two to Tennessee
And serve them rock for rock
And come back there three months later with a mother f*cking knot
Buys two more and gets my twist on again
Takes my time 'cause that's how a hoodsta win
Buys myself a house and a car
A poodle for my bitch and two rocks for my yard
'Cause that the way you're 'spose to see
When you're in the streets puttin' down your hustle, G
I'm takin' graveyard chances
'Cause nowadays niggas be actin' hella skanless
But look, I don't fall for it
I'm at the mall 'cause a nigga worked hard for it, shit
Nigga pack your lunch before you test mine
Two to your mother f*cking chest if you stress mine
You betta bring your whole clique
'Cause nigga I'mma die like a G 'fore I live like a trick
[Chorus x3]
The early '80s was the time frame
When I first moved to the turf on the street named (10th Avenue)
Sleepin' on the floor with my folks in a one bedroom
Ditchin' school, trynna find a way to make some revenue
And sellin' dope is what I need to do to get above
I got a sack, rocked it up, chopped it up, and sold it dove for dove
I was probably only nine or ten
Holdin' the ave, checkin' ends, trynna grind for mine
I kept my woke up under my tongue until my mouth got numb
Wore a pistol for the fool dumb enough to snatch my dope and run
At fifteen I was transportin' herbs
Stackin' my money and moved my momma to the suburbs
Niggas wanted consignment but I told them all to miss me
Now they want to get me and contemplate the p*ssy
The game was gettin' shitty so I bounced up off the state
'Cause niggas was gettin' stuck with Buck Rodgers dates
Life ain't livin' if you're scared to die
A G dies once but a trick dies a thousand times
So raise up off me or your ass gets shot
You best to say your prays and get your ride on low
[Menace Clan]
My mind's set on the bank roll stroll with them empties
Bitches see the date and so they label me a pimp
But I'm hustlin', ain't trustin' nothin' but my paper
I used to walk around the hood now niggas catchin' vapors
This is safer to let me make mine
I re-up, hit the mall after these last nine ounces is gone
'Cause it's on on the east side, mafia pride
These hoes know what's poppin' when my homeboys ride
[Menace Clan]
See it's all about the westside, where niggas ain't scared to come outside
From 74th to 83rd, f*ck what you heard
Birds don't fly south for the winter
I sent a key and a half to my G and I laugh
I'm countin' my money, I know the math
P-I-M-P, see I empty out the clip
I make a Blood bleed, a Crip see R.I.P
Set trip and I'mma finish it
I'm on some Menace shit
Pass the mother f*cking chronic when it's lit
I was sellin' down the street
Some niggas rolled up and said, "Who you from?"
I didn't run, I didn't have my gun
I hit them niggas up 'cause I don't give a f*ck
I'm a G and I'm a die like one
And you's a trick
[CJ Mac]
I know's the crack game like I know the back of my hand
I can eyeball two keys gram for gram
Hook them mother f*ckers make them come back at three
Shoot one to Alabama, and two to Tennessee
And serve them rock for rock
And come back there three months later with a mother f*cking knot
Buys two more and gets my twist on again
Takes my time 'cause that's how a hoodsta win
Buys myself a house and a car
A poodle for my bitch and two rocks for my yard
'Cause that the way you're 'spose to see
When you're in the streets puttin' down your hustle, G
I'm takin' graveyard chances
'Cause nowadays niggas be actin' hella skanless
But look, I don't fall for it
I'm at the mall 'cause a nigga worked hard for it, shit
Nigga pack your lunch before you test mine
Two to your mother f*cking chest if you stress mine
You betta bring your whole clique
'Cause nigga I'mma die like a G 'fore I live like a trick
[Chorus x3]
