boss – livin’ loc’d lyrics
yo, man, f-ck that, man
n-gg-z be on some real bullsh-t
yo, i’ll bust that n-gg- -ss, get the f-ck outta here
yo, what the f-ck is up, b-tch?
where the f-ck you been at, man?
yo, man word is bond n-gg-z in here be frontin’
n-gg-z can’t get off that ol’ bullsh-t
word up, man, f-ck that, knahmsayin’?
yo, i’m muh’f-ckin’ sticky f-ckin’ fingaz, knahmsayin’?
f-ck that, and this motherf-ckin’ b-tch boss
and word is bond i want you to tell these motherf-ckers
how we livin’ boss, tell ’em
broke as a godd-mn joke
up in detroit and once again i’m just a few short
couple of hundred bucks, so f-ck the rent
my share of that sh-t got spent on some newports
so yankin’ many motherf-ckers is my new sport
i’m ready to blast and kill for a rap deal
f-ck the landlord and the gas bill, we don’t give a f-ck
we sickin’ sh-t of livin’ shabby
waited until my cash got right then took a flight to cali
off into the night, me and dee up into mo’ h-ll
got into some sh-t befo’ we even reached the hotel
f-ck the dumb sh-t, gotta get rich at the same time
’cause n-gg-z steady throwin’ up they gang sign
no loot, no more palm trees, no more calm breeze
but it’s cool, deez b-tches ’bout to slang ki’s
so on my hip goes a pager, [incomprehensible] major
it’s two bad behavior b-tches that got gangsta flavor
see a punk, kill a punk and then we mug ’em quick
out to get paid, motherf-ck this strugglin’ sh-t
bullsh-t’s nothin’ to a b-tch with no emotions
tell ’em how the f-ck you livin’, i’m livin’ like loc’d
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, b-tch n-gg-z get smoked
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, motherf-ckers
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, b-tch n-gg-z get smoked
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
and all the b-tch -ss n-gg-z can suck my d-ck
buck, buck, then i let the trigger loose
motherf-ckers better duck, but it ain’t no godd-mn duck duck goose
haven’t you heard of this murderous b-tch crawlin’ slow?
and puttin’ lead to the head of my foes on the down low
’cause all we got we f-ckin’ tooken it
got ourselves a buck and now we roll it, f-ck footin’ it
cruisin’ down the ‘shaw, smokin’ joints ’cause we blaze weed
down to [incomprehensible] spot
cluckers kickin’ in their daisies ‘n sh-t
’cause n-gg-z’ll never drop the dirt
do we’re layin’ n-gg-z on they back
then actin’ like we never even f-ckin’ knew ya
unload the clip off in your chest, take a deep breath
godd-mn, what a motherf-ckin’ bl–dy mess
sleepin’ on benches, turned us into roguest b-tches
we jumpin’ fences from the feds through puddles and ditches
goin’ out, don’t give a f-ck if i get smoked
yo, at least i’m goin’ out loc’d
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, livin’, livin’ loc’d
livin’ loc’d, b-tch n-gg-z get smoked
livin’ loc’d
and for any b-tch beefin’ then the boss will have to put a
-ss full of my foot for f-ckin’ with the butchers
f-ck next, steppin’ with gauge upon my hip, weapon
nine double m’s for the 187
’cause i’m nothin’ but a mag totin’ b-tch, smokin’ fifty bags
rollin’ n-gg-z up like the motherf-ckin’ zig zag
understand this b-tch never [incomprehensible] mine
or catch two into your chest with the tec 9
’cause ever since the days of way back
i never played, you let the gat go rat a tat tat tat
i fill gats, so how the f-ck you figure, n-gg-
put you in kill range ’til you feel pain from the trigga, n-gg-
when gangsta b-tches just can’t cope
n-gg-z are gettin’ smoked nine trey and forever, livin’ life loc’d
it’s the motherf-ckin’ boss
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