Live & Let Live Lyrics

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Now playful pulpit pussies poppin junk with the pistol

Sweated because I'm dreaded let's get ready to pull a fistful

of extinction reachin quick on the trigger sneakin

and then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin

the props cuz they pops lots of mops heads drop

Dead plots a cop eager and ready to lick the shots hot

Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then I vanish

Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say damn

it's a shame, the brain is washed, to the point, when it's savage

Beast-es, I rest in peace, simply before I annex

and send, why can't there be, a resolution I ask you

No answer, so fuck it the next time my life is threatened I'll blast you

Packin the black steel makin the mack's feel pain and fear

As I smear blood from buckshots to the brain

PUMP PUMP PUMP listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past

your ears and dig in, drillin into your cranium

Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid

Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with

intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins

Defends my livelihood cuz rivals could bring ends to

my youthful bliss bustin a trigger gun and missed this

Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist

in your death, your last breath havin spasms as I has em

The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad

and not a murderer, ensurin the, longevity of my life I'll

live and let live, kill if I must I shall

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I give it all I got, that's all I got to give

Yo, you got to live and let live

I give it all I got, that's all I got to give

Yo, you gotta live and let live

[Phesto]

Damn I wish, that I can have bliss, daily

Lately I try to speak my piece but words fail me

I'm dwelling in the halls of appalling sights of evil

I got to sweat the devil plus I got to sweat my people

Do I gotta blow them brains out to get them chains out

your head, the mackin mentally offends to be dead

Deceased I gotta a peace deeds cuz the beast be

lurkin up in them, so now I'm buckin them

And stuck in them, the herring fits means tricks

You learn it when you plunder and tell me to run the kicks
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You might trip, and find it hard to swallow this

But follow this down a dark alley and you're catchin hollow tips

You got yo' shit, I got mine, leave it at that

Respect D or thank me, when I shank thee

necks, cuz clever dreads can sever heads weasel

I may be thin but my lead friends be diesel

A law abiding citizen but shit it's been long enough

Strong and tough, sniff this and you're snuffed

Stifled, step lively, don't try to bust me

Trust the fact that I'm friendly and you'll Plus see

I love humans, they hate, me

I'd love to live and let live but no-one's D

So until then I chill when it's possible

But I gotsta pull, pieces because we're peaceless

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[A-Plus]

Yo, I shall not kill, I will if I have to

You say I'm the one promoting violence well I ask you

Have you ever heard the sound of bullets passing you

Ever thought of going out with someone blasting you

Willing to be killing maybe is a great sin but

it's not appealing when bullets penetrate skin what

pain when a brain leaves a stain with the quickness

So I get a fool if I think that I'm on his shitlist

With the swiftness of a glock nine

So now who got your back? Cuz my gat got mine

Find a brother with some dreads and now you figure you're gonna kill him

Well I grab my gun when I see one I'm gonna fill him

Why should you live in fear thinkin someone is gonna get ya

I bet ya, before he gets me he'll be on a streacher

So no nigga pulls a trigger on the S-O-M

And if there's more than one I'll have to kill the rest of them

Buckshots, leave a body ripped, cuz I got equipped

with a shotty quick, that nobody wanna riff with

Get split open with the fury of the lead G

Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat, flat is what your head be

Dead see, why don't brothers wanna let me function

When I pull it, kids be eatin bullets like a luncheon

Adam got a magnum and I tag em with this weapon

Be threatened, cuz Adam be pullin a pistol if you're steppin

I don't like it but I guess that that's the way it has to be

Live and let live but then you're dead before you're blastin me

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