Living The Life Lyrics - Duet - Notorious B.i.g.

To my motherfuckin' man, fifty grand, the alcholic man 

Inject a tall can to his blood stream, if he can 

Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker 

Emcee prover, the chocolate tah smoker (huh?) 

I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras 

Your girl's butt cheeks, I'm smackin' (huh?) 

The raw rapper, spot smacker 

Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker 

A shy nigga, but I ain't ya fuckin' comforter 

And If I ever fall in love, I better fuck wit her 

Ask the hooker, If I didn't juk her 

She try to front, then I put the Chucky Booker on her 

(Why you wanna... play games on me?) 

Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, I'm Swayze 

No time for the ill shit 

Mess with the niggaz on that real blood spill shit 

My rappin' tactics, are drastic 

Stretch these motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic 

So if you wanna see my Pedigree, 

You better be filled with energy 

Niggaz never gettin' me 

Big cities and bright lights 

Short days and long nights 

No stress and no strife 

I'm high off living the life 

It's clear to see that I'm the motherfuckin' man, 

I done learned from the best of em; 

Took the first slot, niggaz still second guessin' em 

Hoes, I'm undressin' em', foes, I'm not stressin' em' 

Outlastin' a bunch of 'em, outflaw'd the rest of em' 

Cuz everyday, I stay preachin' on the pulpit 

So tell them haters they could miss me with that bull-shit 

But I won't miss, I'm Luda, the heat holder 

I'm rich, bitch! I've done more shows than Oprah 

And I'm a soldier, ready for whatever 

Roll with a bunch of niggaz that don't know no better 

King like Coretta, countin' mo' cheddar 

Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters 

When it comes to these women, dog, ain't no one fuckin' wit me 

They runnin' back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me 

That's cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line 

Menage a trois, it's safe to say I'm havin' hard times 

To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block 

Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block 

Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy 

Nigga stop snitchin', nephew, why you tellin' me? 

They say the game ain't what it use to be no more 

He used to be a G, but now he just a ho 

Runnin' 'round poitin' fingers, tellin' names (snitch) 

You fuckin' up the rules to this dirty game, it's a diry shame 

I ain't flippin' out, that's probably why I'm dippin' out 

Ya'll fools trippin' out, that why I'm on a different route 

Now, makin' money, havin' clout, that's what it's all about 

Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house 

Now they call me Snoopy Trump 

I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust 

Now I susstain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga 

Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; I'm livin' the life! 

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