Tony yayo live by the gun lyrics

Yo we project living With plastic on the furniture, 

Little niggaz coming up will Fucking try to murda ya 

The D's not out so the coast is clear 

But its getting hard to sleep with this roach in my ear 

Everybody got a nina everybody got a vest 

New York City is the arena of death 

Yo the strip moving slow but everybody going hard 

Seeing more d's than a damn report card 

Everybody rap now Follow they dreams

 im a call my clientele man and Sign all my fiends

 same gear for a week wearing dirty clothes 

All day in the spot by a dirty stove 

trials keep me strong Hope keep me happy,

 but im only human so these niggaz wanna clap me 

The drug game over but theres money to make 

so niggaz clappin at niggaz To raise the crime rate 





The rhymes u spit can embarass the city 

Well my game bag names like paris and nikki 

Load the semi im in the spot carving the crack 

You stunt ill leave my bullets lodged in ur back 

New York City everything move fast 

little girls get Pregnant throw they baby in the trash 

China white wizzy movin quickly on the ave 

same coke That got whitney in the re-hab 

Up early in the morning cuz theres money to earn 

cuz the early bird Be the one that catch the worm

 we nicks trieze twenties and dimes 

got my spot looking like a soul train line 

Fuck doin time, im trying to progress,

 get that money man nigga serve ur projects 

Hustlin homie thats all i know

 in the summer time i can make the whole strip snow