Live By The Gun lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo]
Yeah
Yo, Word up man
f*ckin' cold out here, man
My f*ckin' toes is killin me, man
I f*ckin' been on the block all day, man
But you know I gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man
f*ck man, yo man listen

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture
Little n*ggas comin' up, will f*ckin' try to murda ya
D's not out, so the coast is clear
But it's gettin' hard to sleep with this roach in my ear
Everybody got a nina, everybody got a vest
New York City's the arena of death
Yo the strip movin' slow, but everybody goin' hard
Seein more Ds than a damn report card
Everybody rap now, followin' these dreams
I'mma call my clientele, man, and sign all my fiends
Same gear for a week, wearin' dirty clothes
All day in the spot, by a dirty stove
Trials keep me strong, hope keep me happy
But I'm only human, so these n*ggas wanna clap me
The drug game over, but there's money to make
So n*ggas clappin' at n*ggas that raise that crime rate
[Hook: Tony Yayo]
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
You n*ggas push me, for sure I'm gon' pull it
Material objects got the world crooked
In my 'hood, they hustle, and be on that juoke sh*t
Snakes in the grass, be on that bullsh*t
n*ggas that's ass, stay with a full clip
Guns get blast, n*ggas on that shook sh*t
So live by the gun, or die by the bullet

[Verse 2: Tony Yayo]
The rhymes you spit could embarrass the city
When my game bag names like Paris and Nikki
Load the semi, I'm in the spot carvin' the crack
You stunt, I'll leave my bullets lodged in ya back
New York City, everything move fast
Little girls get pregnant, throw they baby in the trash
China white whizzy movin' quickly on the Ave
The same dope that Whitney in the rehab
Up early in the mornin', 'cause there's money to earn
'Cause the early bird, be the one that catch the worm
We got nicks, tres, twenties and dimes
Got my spot lookin' like a Soul Train line
f*ck doin' time, I'm tryin' to progress
Get that money, n*gga, serve ya' projects
Hustlin' homie, that's all I know
In the summer time, I could make the whole strip snow
[Hook: Tony Yayo]
You could live by the gun, or die by the bullet
You n*ggas push me, for sure I'm gon' pull it
Material objects got the world crooked
In my 'hood, they hustle, and be on that juoke sh*t
Snakes in the grass, be on that bullsh*t
n*ggas that's ass, stay with a full clip
Guns get blast, n*ggas on that shook sh*t
So live by the gun, or die by the bullet