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blackout (producer) - live or die lyrics

taking in the background

chorus:
will i live, will i die, lord tell me i don’t wanna see the tears in my mama’s eyes
will i live, will i die hear the devil in one ear, and the angels on the other side
repeat 3x

can i live with all this stress around me? (no my n-gga)
how can i survive, when everyone is tryin’ to down me?
what is it the devil that’s trying to take me down?
my whole hood is a h-ll hole, so fake n-ggas don’t come around
visions of caskets i seen in the past, feelin’ my time is next so i ask god if ill eva last
because i pray every night before i go to sleep, cause all these playa hatas and bustas tryin’ to k!ll me
and when i’m walking i feel somebodys watchin, even when im talkin i feel somebodys listenin’
conversations with many faces, retaliation to all this violation
wakin’ up in cold sweats cause i’m havin’ bad dreams, all thru my dreams i’m trying to escape from this red beam?
and it seems like ive been cursed ever since the time of birth when
worst comes to worst then we all do our dirt
but i still try to keep my strength, but i can’t cause each one of my dawgs getting’ hit, got me screamin’ sh-t, ugh
my n-ggas getting f-cked in the game, got my mom’s convinced that i’m da lame?
and it’s a shame too many trill n-ggas done died in front of my eyes/heaven or h-ll, freedom or jail will i live or die?
chorus 2x

[cartier hugo]
i’m just balling, happy days keep me stressed, about the child? at the age of young, when my daddy was put to rest
these wicked streets is definitely ain’t the place for me/ gotta hit the block and get about my m-o-n-e…y
hard times gotta playa livin’ on the outside, lookin’ in despise who yo foes or friends
been, hatas is a must, when that n-gga havin’ thangs, always fled close and keep em in yo pistol range
and i still got love, but death ain’t gone change the situation, it only brings pain and confrontation
and jealousy over materialistic, statistics show, that nine outta ten it be the n-ggas you love
and robbery over these nukkin’ azz hoes, that set you up and in the end you gettin’ wet up
got caught up in a messy love affair but you didn’t really care, compare next now you wanna shoot yo pare
so many sights of bloodshed, my life is full of mystery and danger lurks ahead
are you n-ggas tryin’ to k!ll me!? im gonna express myself in a major way
we live or die, its just a choice that you have to take

live or die? ugh, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do?
de-salivize and y’all know the rules, times getting hard who do we turn to?
witness smiles turn to frowns, witness evil that these fakes do
can’t help but thank about my father figure
we hitting weed like pops, some days we drink that hard liquor
aye yo snipe, ya know what i’m saying?

close your eyes, put your hands together, “fear not those things that thou shall suffer, behold the devil shall cast some of you into prison. that he may be tried, and he shall have tribulations in days: be thou faithful unto death…”

we living rough it ain’t easy! im trippy still got my grip
hoes, ain’t n0body trying to please me, sometimes i ask myself why you hoes?
h-ll naw
then i ask myself how many foes. we livin’ rough. in a grip of sh-t, these fleas will bite ya
stay on point d-mn, hoes tryin’ to hold the sniper, d-mnn haha
we rather be stuck in the game, and if you run to, it ain’t no stopping the age
whatcha playa hatas b-tching for? y’all ain’t me
whatcha tattle tales snitching for, we da g’s
i guess it’s hard to see, if you ain’t wit it we makin’ cheese
a see-saw with the ???? n-ggas come and get it
we in a position to get it next, times are getting worse
opposition got techs, and i’m gone blast first
my religion is kinda twisted g, whats going on? i don’t know
i wish my god will be coming back for me, ask for me
i got same things be going down, it’s a cruel world, and i be setting and holding my own ground
tripping, and dying out here. and that’s right, cause i might die tonight. cause we ain’t gone ride tonight

chorus goes to fade, then with the sound of a gun c-cking back

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