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trizz - i live that lyrics

[verse 1: trizz]
talk that sh-t, get rocked to sleep! i cut n-ggas they pop the heat
i’m paid as f-ck but talk is cheap, move real quiet, cus the loudest weak
out here smoking on the loudest tree, k!lla kali n-gga who wild as we
n0body b-tch, we down to creep on n-ggas who live right down the street
its real out here, n-gga f-ck y’all, get k!lled out here, n-ggas ducked off
prices on heads, get cut off, tryna act hard…get f-cked off
south side cali to the atl. gettin paid as h-ll, we paid to scale
off caine we sell, cuz me made to fail, n we don’t trust sh-t n-ggas paid to tell
and u n-ggas don’t want it, i’m coming to getchu i’m on it, f-ck u n-ggas
who be talking that sh-t and be h-lla phony, n-ggas actin like we homies
m-th-f-cka u don’t know me, all u p-ssy n-ggas owe me, u a rida n-gga show me!
neva stress ova b-tch n-ggas, only ride wit my b-tch, n-gga….ridin around gettin rich
n-gga, low key like a snitch n-gga
my mind stay state f-cked up, always drunk n high stay f-cked , diss my camp get
f-cked up, back down, got me f-cked up
young n dumb but smart as f-ck, they hate on me cuz i’m hard as f-ck
and these n-ggas trash, garbage trucks, f-ck any n-ggas that target us

[hook: trizz]
its f-cked up where i live at, hood life, i live that
respect u gotta give that if u want it back where i live at
this old sh-t, i been strapped, get robbed go get it back
sit back wit all the chit chat or yo life we end that

[verse 2: rittz]
lil homie just got murdered for a pair of j’s, now his parents gotta bury they son
cuz the young m-th-f-cka pulled his and shot’em to get his shoes, lookin where he lays
what a waste, man the world can be a scary place, life p-ssin by the wind don’t let it marinate
seen a hustler gettin paid, watch his head inflate, tryna play superman, and wear his cape
he afraid starin at his face ??? wait! let me narrate, we used to carry blades back in 10th grade
homie got shanked, a couple years past and ????? got shot point blank, in the head
cuz he forgot he was swimmin in a shark tank, put on yo war paint, homie yo car ain’t
bulletproof, pull up to yo house in the broad day, you get robbed cuz you talkin
you flossin! you coughin up blood, prayin to god up in the drive way! homicide!
they shoot to k!ll! its too for real, they plottin on ya shoes, ya pills, ya lose ya wheels
and it don’t matter who ya is, a shooter, lose its coo you might lose a limb or lose ya life
its ova, he’s goner now, murder murder terminator, john connor style, my homie trizz said they on his scalp, they keep on playin we gone have to bring them m-th-f-ckin choppers out cuz its f-cked up
where i live at!!

[hook] x2

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