The Game - Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle)
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
@ @
Yo Im hoping out a phantom
With an iced out medallion
Stallions on both arms
Rocs on both charms
My dominican chick looking like scarface sister
Red and curly and she wake me up early
Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
New york california different toilet same shit
In brooklyn I rock timbalands
Still toast cinammon
Been gangsta way before he dropped "many men"
Liquor in my system voice raspy
Who I sound like dont ask me
Thats my nigga we classy
And that mind take a jeta
I style superior
The haters you can catch me in the later
Ralph lauren suit tape it up
Fly cause Im papered up
Why these niggas keep hatin on my phantom
I be out in Atlanta and body tapping
Im probably strapped
Toast it up Niggas
My hoods on a real dark side of the track
No sunny skies just really black
We get real down here
Lord Let Us Live
No playing round here
Lord Let Us Live
Dont hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We get real down here
Lord Let Us Live
We coming out here
Lord Let Us Live
Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store
Gansta rap is why I live just knock on the front door
Nigga stunt more than Jackie Chan
What the fuck them faggits saying
Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand
Take them back to 94
Shooting out a astro
Banging was the blue print
Money was the master plan
Duffle bag full of grants and franklins
Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank than
Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up
Who snitchin who pitching and who knocked up
Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust
Black hoodies and black aces standing on the pavement
Hustlers dont sleep nigga we work the graveshift
Fuck that long money nigga get paid quick
And dont save shit
My hoods on a real dark side of the track
No sunny skies just really black
We get real down here
Lord Let Us Live
No playing round here
Lord Let Us Live
Dont hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We get real down here
Lord Let Us Live
We coming out here
Lord Let Us Live
Lord know that money dont matter
Lord knows that status is badder
Lord knows bout the hood I live in
He keeps taking away but hes giving
Dont give me these cars
Dont give me these
Dont hate me just let me ride
Lord just give me life
I dont hate my people
that was a phase
I was caught up in a beef like a rat in the maze
And my legacy will never be that of a hater
Lyrical rhyme sayer
Whack niggas say a prayers
Its the return on gandi
Criminal mind the city behind me
Put on my face to remind me
Of all the shit Ive been through
My physical presence
My pain through nights
My 1st album sent you light
I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
No clean up hitter so I was stranded on 2nd base
I had to steal 3rd motherfucker thats my word
That some queen niggas try to put me back on the curb
I was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas
I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas
Like snoop or suge
Im in the coop Im good
Motherfuckers make way
My hoods on a real dark side of the track
No sunny skies just really black
We get real down here
Lord Let Us Live
No playing round here
Lord Let Us Live
Dont hate my hood just hate my shine
We coming out we on our grind
We get real down here
Lord Let Us Live
We coming out here
Lord Let Us Live
编辑于2008/05/24更新

Stallions歌词

Marissa Nadler

简介： 美国民间音乐和优秀艺术家

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[00:02.00]The Game - Let Us Live (feat. Chrisette Michelle)
[00:08.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:14.00]@ @
[00:19.00]
[00:20.40]Yo Im hoping out a phantom
[00:22.35]With an iced out medallion
[00:23.59]Stallions on both arms
[00:24.81]Rocs on both charms
[00:26.17]My dominican chick looking like scarface sister
[00:28.73]Red and curly and she wake me up early
[00:31.50]Cause hustlers hit the block when police change shifts
[00:34.03]New york california different toilet same shit
[00:36.56]In brooklyn I rock timbalands
[00:38.11]Still toast cinammon
[00:39.48]Been gangsta way before he dropped \"many men\"
[00:42.26]Liquor in my system voice raspy
[00:44.28]Who I sound like dont ask me
[00:46.58]Thats my nigga we classy
[00:47.73]And that mind take a jeta
[00:48.90]I style superior
[00:50.08]The haters you can catch me in the later
[00:51.89]Ralph lauren suit tape it up
[00:54.55]Fly cause Im papered up
[00:55.67]Why these niggas keep hatin on my phantom
[00:58.01]I be out in Atlanta and body tapping
[01:00.22]Im probably strapped
[01:01.27]Toast it up Niggas
[01:03.26]My hoods on a real dark side of the track
[01:06.20]No sunny skies just really black
[01:09.00]We get real down here
[01:11.07]Lord Let Us Live
[01:12.33]No playing round here
[01:13.75]Lord Let Us Live
[01:14.76]Dont hate my hood just hate my shine
[01:16.52]We coming out we on our grind
[01:19.17]We get real down here
[01:21.13]Lord Let Us Live
[01:22.53]We coming out here
[01:24.04]Lord Let Us Live
[01:25.01]Now who the fuck want war with the human gun store
[01:27.02]Gansta rap is why I live just knock on the front door
[01:29.51]Nigga stunt more than Jackie Chan
[01:31.18]What the fuck them faggits saying
[01:32.49]Nothing when I walk in the club with the gat in hand
[01:35.23]Take them back to 94
[01:36.51]Shooting out a astro
[01:37.76]Banging was the blue print
[01:38.97]Money was the master plan
[01:40.33]Duffle bag full of grants and franklins
[01:42.68]Rob niggas take they money shoot straight to the bank than
[01:45.44]Head to the barbershop to get chopped up
[01:47.91]Hearing war stories who dead and who locked up
[01:50.53]Who snitchin who pitching and who knocked up
[01:53.36]Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust
[01:55.74]Black hoodies and black aces standing on the pavement
[01:58.71]Hustlers dont sleep nigga we work the graveshift
[02:01.22]Fuck that long money nigga get paid quick
[02:04.05]And dont save shit
[02:06.66]My hoods on a real dark side of the track
[02:09.87]No sunny skies just really black
[02:12.53]We get real down here
[02:14.57]Lord Let Us Live
[02:15.52]No playing round here
[02:16.82]Lord Let Us Live
[02:18.06]Dont hate my hood just hate my shine
[02:20.13]We coming out we on our grind
[02:22.85]We get real down here
[02:24.69]Lord Let Us Live
[02:25.99]We coming out here
[02:27.23]Lord Let Us Live
[02:28.76]Lord know that money dont matter
[02:30.70]Lord knows that status is badder
[02:33.44]Lord knows bout the hood I live in
[02:35.84]He keeps taking away but hes giving
[02:38.61]Dont give me these cars
[02:39.89]Dont give me these
[02:42.36]Dont hate me just let me ride
[02:46.09]Lord just give me life
[02:48.54]I dont hate my people
[02:49.70] that was a phase
[02:51.77]I was caught up in a beef like a rat in the maze
[02:54.01]And my legacy will never be that of a hater
[02:56.87]Lyrical rhyme sayer
[02:58.21]Whack niggas say a prayers
[02:59.55]Its the return on gandi
[03:01.09]Criminal mind the city behind me
[03:03.29]Put on my face to remind me
[03:04.92]Of all the shit Ive been through
[03:06.79]My physical presence
[03:07.77]My pain through nights
[03:08.96]My 1st album sent you light
[03:10.35]I should of put down the mic when Rakim left Dre
[03:12.70]No clean up hitter so I was stranded on 2nd base
[03:15.53]I had to steal 3rd motherfucker thats my word
[03:18.14]That some queen niggas try to put me back on the curb
[03:20.77]I was ultimate warrior to you bully ass niggas
[03:23.28]I will come through the hood with the fully axe niggas
[03:26.05]Like snoop or suge
[03:27.46]Im in the coop Im good
[03:28.68]Motherfuckers make way
[03:31.35]My hoods on a real dark side of the track
[03:34.73]No sunny skies just really black
[03:37.18]We get real down here
[03:38.85]Lord Let Us Live
[03:40.14]No playing round here
[03:41.49]Lord Let Us Live
[03:42.68]Dont hate my hood just hate my shine
[03:44.72]We coming out we on our grind
[03:47.41]We get real down here
[03:49.40]Lord Let Us Live
[03:50.77]We coming out here
[03:52.11]Lord Let Us Live
[03:55.38]

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