the notorious b.i.g. - living the life lyrics
[notorious b.i.g] + (faith evans)
to my motherf-ckin’ man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can
biggie smalls, the p-ssy stroker
emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?)
i like to mack in maximas and acuras
your girl b-tt cheeks, i’m smackin’ (huh?)
the raw rapper, spot smacker
wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
a shy n-gga, but i ain’t ya f-ckin’ comforter
and if i ever fall in love, i better f-ck it up
ask the hooker, if i didn’t jug her
she try to front, then i put the chucky booker on her
(why you wanna…play games on me?)
b-tch, you crazy? commitments, i’m swayze
no time for the ill sh-t
mess with the n-ggas on that real blood spill sh-t
my rappin’ tactics, are drastic
stretchin’ motherf-ckers like mr. fantastic
so if you wanna see my pedigree, you better be
filled with energy, n-ggas never gettin’ me
[hook 2x: bobby valentino and cheri dennis] + (ludacris ab-libbing)
big cities and bright lights
short days and long nights
no stress and no strife
i’m high off living the life
[ludacris]
it’s clear to see that i’m the motherf-ckin’ man, i done learned from the
best of em; took the first slot, n-ggas still second guessin’ em
hoes, i’m undressin’ em’, foes, i’m not stresin’ em’
outlastin’ a bunch of ’em , outflowed the rest of em’
cuz everyday, i stay preachin’ on the pulpit
so tell them haters they could miss me with that bullsh-t
but i won’t miss, i’m luda, the heat holder
i’m rich, b-tch! i’ve done more shows than oprah
and i’m a soldier, ready for whatever
roll with a bunch of n-ggas that don’t know no better
king like coretta, countin’ mo’ cheddar
just hired two dyk-s to be my ho getters
when it comes to these women, dog, ain’t no one f-ckin’ wit me
they runnin’ back, you think i had tj duckett wit me
that’s cause i throw it like vick, from the yard line
menage a trois, it’s safe to say i’m havin’ hard times
[hook] + (ludacris ab-libbing)
[snoop dogg]
to my n-gga chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
got the heaters c-cked, cause i know the suckers on the block
hennesey and belve-d, brings a lot of jealousy
n-gga stop snitchin’, nephew, why you tellin’ me?
they say the game ain’t what it use to be on (?)
used to be a g, but now he just a ho
runnin’ ’round poitin’ fingers, tellin’ names
you f-ckin’ up the rules to this dirty game, and it’s a diry shame
i ain’t flippin’ out, that’s probably why i’m dippin’ out
ya’ll fools trippin’ out, that why i’m on a different route
now, makin’ money, havin’ clout, what’s what it’s all about
twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
now they call me snoopy trump
i keep my heater close, cause i love to bust
now hat’s a stain on a n-gga, i bang on a n-gga
kick rocks and watch how i do my thang, young n-gga; i’m livin’ the life!
[hook] + (snoop dogg ab-libbing)
[hook] – w/o ab-libs
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