Live By The Gun

Tragedy Khadafi

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    Tragedy Khadafi!
    The Foul Mahdi!

    Life's a bitch - 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 nigga, 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 niggas that'll split you like dutches
    Try to flame niggas 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 nigga - and you scared of the bing?
    I'ma tell y'all niggas one thing
    (Ya heard me?)
    You was hot 'til we dropped and reduced your fever
    Heir to this thug shit 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, snatch 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

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    Yo - every man bleed like I do, so why fear you?
    That bullshit you throwin' at me - I can't hear you
    But what I throw back - something that you can feel
    Teflon emerge from steel - shit 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 - shit'll blast you
    I cock back and squeeze - what you fools gonna do?
    Just a copy of Mahdi - graft like Yacub
    My niggas 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 embassy - 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 shit
    Duct tape, kidnap rap, clap your girl shit
    You got trees, then twirl it
    My niggas 'url wit'
    Iceberg velour suits and suede moccasins
    Air niggas 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]

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