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tragedy khadafi - live by the gun كلمات الأغنية

tragedy khadafi!
the foul mahdi!

life’s a b-tch – we open her up like c-sections
pour liquor on the asphalt for my dogs restin’
it’s foul sport – you get iced with the wesson
pay attention – my n-gg-, learn a lesson
rule one: never pull out guns and don’t bust ’em
your dog can’t look you in the eye, don’t trust ‘im
be the same n-gg-s that’ll split you like dutches
try to flame n-gg-s when they get you in they clutches
you talk like a gangsta, walk like a gangsta
watch for them haters – they tryin’ to get your paper
the streets is a foul thing, a wild thing
you wasn’t locked in sing sing – you just love to sting
how you a thug n-gg- – and you scared of the bing?
i’ma tell y’all n-gg-s one thing
(ya heard me?)
you was hot ’til we dropped and reduced your fever
heir to this thug sh-t like julius caesar

[chorus:]
all my convicts, felony thugs, forever on the run
live by the gun, die by the gun
where you eat food, sn-tch plate, wherever drama come
live by the gun, die by the gun
when it jump off – make it pop, you be the only one
live by the gun, die by the gun
in this game of life – play hard, you only got one
live by the gun, die by the gun

yo – every man bleed like i do, so why fear you?
that bullsh-t you throwin’ at me – i can’t hear you
but what i throw back – something that you can feel
teflon emerge from steel – sh-t is real
a fishscale, verbally ill – no cut
hip-hop nearly lost its form until i struck
been rappin’ since crack was packed in tall capsules
now i rock platinum chains and ice statues
guerrilla gat – combat rap – sh-t’ll blast you
i c-ck back and squeeze – what you fools gonna do?
just a copy of mahdi – graft like yacub
my n-gg-s on 162
makin’ pie
p.r. savage, lincoln hall in comstock
a flock of birds stash crib soon as you touch ground
you know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down
you know my homies gotta live, yo burn it down

[chorus]

you either end up dead or some vegetables
while we escape with the extraterrestrials
2-5 emb-ssy – now who next to lose?
mahdi, khadafi, your highness will rule
carnivorous thug – digest your food
it’s like the art of war volume two
underworld sh-t
duct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl sh-t
you got trees, then twirl it
my n-gg-s ‘url wit’
iceberg velour suits and suede moccasins
air n-gg-s out – deprive them of their oxygen
my raps – blowin’ the world off its axis
ignitin’ like matches – burnin’ the illest graphics
in morocco in the drop with the top low
me against the world – still i can’t be stopped, though
my hoes like to ride on top and rock slow
i flame-throw – my chain glow like a rainbow

[chorus]

- tragedy khadafi

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