How I’m Living Songtext
von Steady B
How I’m Living Songtext
Now up in the avenue, with nothin′ to do
But some brothers clockin' the revenue
Every single day, with nothin′ to say
The only way, to get the fat pay
Livin' the life as glamorous and that's a fact
Hand in your nine, lookin′ over your back
Right into a circle, the gangs all trippin′
Gettin' or grippin′ on the dice and then flippin'
Roll ′em, call 'em "hey what′s your number?"
We do the same shit every single summer It really doesn't matter, as long as it's sly
Never in my life have I worked a 9 to 5
That shits crazy, nothin′ to discuss
Gotta fine 60 Benz while you ridin′ the bus
So why don't ya stop when I pull up every night
It′s not on my name so everything's alright
Imma clever young brotha ridin′ the gangster lean
I'm good to go, or so it seems
I′m always takin' no, I'm never givin′
So imma fake it, about, how I′m living
Straight to the street to collect my things
Gotta word that somebody gonna shoot the Benz
Pull to my corner, uh-oh there's trouble
One of my workers sees the man on the double
What′s the problem? Boss we gotta go to war
The competition, has moved into the next door
They say "get out! And don't come back!"
They pulled out the gat took the money and the caps
So what do we do, don′t sweat it my brains in motion
'Cause this nigga, is gonna pull the trigga
Back to the spot, I wanna see every face
We gonna blow up, the whole fuckin′ place
So later on, I'm lookin' at the news
As some lame sucka, cryin′ the blues
′Cause we blew up his shit, oh-no we killed, children
Then I heard a lotta sirens around my buildin'
I gotta jet, and that′s for sure
I told you I was clever, that's why I′m on the 10th floor
Runnin' from the cops, damn I got caught
Hey no problem this is what I know
So I′m on my way, but my conscious is fucked up
Thinkin' about my life, and it just won't shut up
I know that it′s wrong, but the money is all that
We′ll make ya think twice grab a knife and take a slice
And so I did and now it's my occupation
Now the money don′t matter, in this sticky situation
So later they got me, plus, 800 grand
Packed in a suitcase, so now I got a big case
With the court did get me for murder
Now aging, for 20 years, tax evasion, how i'm livin′
But some brothers clockin' the revenue
Every single day, with nothin′ to say
The only way, to get the fat pay
Livin' the life as glamorous and that's a fact
Hand in your nine, lookin′ over your back
Right into a circle, the gangs all trippin′
Gettin' or grippin′ on the dice and then flippin'
Roll ′em, call 'em "hey what′s your number?"
We do the same shit every single summer It really doesn't matter, as long as it's sly
Never in my life have I worked a 9 to 5
That shits crazy, nothin′ to discuss
Gotta fine 60 Benz while you ridin′ the bus
So why don't ya stop when I pull up every night
It′s not on my name so everything's alright
Imma clever young brotha ridin′ the gangster lean
I'm good to go, or so it seems
I′m always takin' no, I'm never givin′
So imma fake it, about, how I′m living
Straight to the street to collect my things
Gotta word that somebody gonna shoot the Benz
Pull to my corner, uh-oh there's trouble
One of my workers sees the man on the double
What′s the problem? Boss we gotta go to war
The competition, has moved into the next door
They say "get out! And don't come back!"
They pulled out the gat took the money and the caps
So what do we do, don′t sweat it my brains in motion
'Cause this nigga, is gonna pull the trigga
Back to the spot, I wanna see every face
We gonna blow up, the whole fuckin′ place
So later on, I'm lookin' at the news
As some lame sucka, cryin′ the blues
′Cause we blew up his shit, oh-no we killed, children
Then I heard a lotta sirens around my buildin'
I gotta jet, and that′s for sure
I told you I was clever, that's why I′m on the 10th floor
Runnin' from the cops, damn I got caught
Hey no problem this is what I know
So I′m on my way, but my conscious is fucked up
Thinkin' about my life, and it just won't shut up
I know that it′s wrong, but the money is all that
We′ll make ya think twice grab a knife and take a slice
And so I did and now it's my occupation
Now the money don′t matter, in this sticky situation
So later they got me, plus, 800 grand
Packed in a suitcase, so now I got a big case
With the court did get me for murder
Now aging, for 20 years, tax evasion, how i'm livin′
Writer(s): Warren Mcglone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
