poppa lq - die like a gee or live like a trick lyrics
[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 sn-tch my dope and run
at fifteen i was transportin’ herbs
stackin’ my money and moved my momma to the suburbs
n-ggas 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’ sh-tty so i bounced up off the state
’cause n-ggas was gettin’ stuck with buck rodgers dates
[chorus]
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 -ss 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
b-tches 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 n-ggas 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 n-ggas 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 sh-t
p-ss the mother f-cking chronic when it’s lit
i was sellin’ down the street
some n-ggas rolled up and said, “who you from?”
i didn’t run, i didn’t have my gun
i hit them n-ggas 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
[chorus]
[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 b-tch 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 n-ggas be actin’ h-lla skanless
but look, i don’t fall for it
i’m at the mall ’cause a n-gga worked hard for it, sh-t
n-gga 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 n-gga i’mma die like a g ‘fore i live like a trick
[chorus x3]
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