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mr marcelo - live by it lyrics

(feat. mac)

[mr. marcelo]
first of all, ain’t no mistakes aloud
quickest n-gg- to pull a trigger moves the crowd
livin’ it foul, ghetto n-gg- doing it wild
lots of n-gg-s wanna be us, but they don’t know how
i growl like a dog, before i break ya off
anything above ya shoulders, i take it off
i got nothing to lose but alot to gain
i ran, i slang, i hang in the courtway mane
late night on the flight just doing my thing
if it’s beef i’m letting them rang, it ain’t not thang
to no n-gg- that f-ck with me
doing bad they’ll rob armored trucks with me
take it back to the hood and spit it up with me
they dump for me, i guess cause of who i run with
n-gg-s down to drop, givin’ em low sh-t
i pack a handgun with a .30 round clip
down to cut lose, no running or getting spooked
who act greedy?, if i can’t, you can’t either
me and mac, in the beamer truck strangling heaters
we live by it, we die by it

[chorus: mr. marcelo]

i live by it and i die by it, and if i got beef
i sleep and i lie by the gun
i live by it and i die by it, and if i got beef
i sleep and i lie by the gun

[mac]
what, n-gg-, look
my bodyguard ain’t kevin, they call him mac-11
look down the barrel and tell me if you see h-ll or heaven
i murder my foes and pray for they souls
and plead guilty, and expect the same when you kill me
tell my b-tches to carry out the slaughter, and it’s an order
it’ll be a red christmas, for you son and your daughters
i live by it, but mac will never die by it
you don’t want them telly boys to come fly by
g.t. apostle, put that on the hood
and if i die representin’ that it’s all good
my brother ghost is a straight shot, give him a glock
from a rooftop, and they’ll never know who shot

[chorus: mr. marcelo]

i live by it and i die by it, and if i got beef
i sleep and i lie by the gun
i live by it and i die by it, and if i got beef
i sleep and i lie by the gun, the gun

[mr. marcelo]
man .38, i love her, .25 will make me miss her
traded in a 10 mintue to get his little sister
me and mr. mauseberg was tight as f-ck
but ain’t no way i’m givin’ my chopper up
i love to hear the sound of m-16
two 23’s and ar-15’s
ap-9, mac-11, and the techs in effect
but ain’t no telling, what finna eject
desert eagle, we bustin’ back at them people
n-gg-s afraid, in the fade, throwin’ grenades
pop a 4-5 and glide, it’s real cool
when 4-4 came around, they act a fool
sk in the hallway, surrounded by troops
for n-gg-s that don’t know, a troop is a .22

[chorus: mr. marcelo]

i live by it and die by it, and if i got beef
i sleep and i lie by the gun
i live by it and die by it, and if i got beef
i sleep and i lie by the gun, the gun
i live by it and die by it, and if i got beef
i sleep and i lie by the gun, the gun

- mr marcelo lyrics

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