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Live & Let Live Lyrics - 93 'til Infinity - Souls Of Mischief

[opio] 

 

Now playful pulpit pussies poppin junk with the pistol 

Sweated because I'm dreaded let's get ready to pull a fistful 

Of extinction, reachin, quick on the trigger sneakin 

And then send a flurry of bullets diggin deep in my flesh and wreakin 

The props 'cause they pops lots of mops heads drop 

Dead plots, a cop, eager and ready to lick the shots hot 

Ready to kick the plot so wipin the flop and then I vanish 

Managed to escape by the skin of my teeth and then say damn 

It's a shame, the brain is washed, to the point, when it's savage 

Beast-es, I rest in peace, simply before I annex 

And send, why can't there be, a resolution I ask you 

No answer, so fuck it the next time my life is threatened I'll blast you 

Packin the black steel makin the mack's feel pain and fear 

As I smear blood from buckshots to the brain 

Pump pump pump listen to the bullets hum as they buzz past 

Your ears and dig in, drillin into your cranium 

Not a gang-banger, crack-slanger, never done had the rep kid 

Yet sweated, frequently, see me and step with 

Intent to kill spilling your blood for your sins 

Defends my livelihood 'cause rivals could bring ends to 

My youthful bliss bustin a trigger gun and missed this 

Bullets, to the vital organs, in order to assist 

In your death, your last breath havin spasms as I has em 

The idea is demonic and the thought is surely sad 

And not a murderer, ensurin the, longevity of my life i'll 

Live and let live, kill if I must I shall 

 

Chorus: 

 

I give it all I got, that's all I got to give 

Yo, you got to live and let live 

I give it all I got, that's all I got to give 

Yo, you gotta live and let live 

 

[phesto] 

 

Damn I wish, that I can have bliss, daily 

Lately I try to speak my piece but words fail me 

I'm dwelling in the halls of appalling sights of evil 

I got to sweat the devil plus I got to sweat my people 

Do I gotta blow them brains out to get them chains out 

Your head, the mackin mentally offends to be dead 

Deceased I gotta a peace deeds 'cause the beast be 

Lurkin up in them, so now I'm buckin them 

And stuck in them, the herring fits means tricks 

You learn it when you plunder and tell me to run the kicks 

You might trip, and find it hard to swallow this 

But follow this down a dark alley and you're catchin hollow tips 

You got yo' shit, I got mine, leave it at that 

Respect d or thank me, when I shank thee 

Necks, 'cause clever dreads can sever heads weasel 

I may be thin but my lead friends be diesel 

A law abiding citizen but shit it's been long enough 

Strong and tough, sniff this and you're snuffed 

Stifled, step lively, don't try to bust me 

Trust the fact that I'm friendly and you'll plus see 

I love humans, they hate, me 

I'd love to live and let live but no-one's d 

So until then I chill when it's possible 

But I gotsta pull, pieces because we're peaceless 

 

Chorus 

 

[a-plus] 

 

Yo, I shall not kill, I will if I have to 

You say I'm the one promoting violence well I ask you 

Have you ever heard the sound of bullets passing you 

Ever thought of going out with someone blasting you 

Willing to be killing maybe is a great sin but 

It's not appealing when bullets penetrate skin what 

Pain when a brain leaves a stain with the quickness 

So I get a fool if I think that I'm on his shitlist 

With the swiftness of a glock nine 

So now who got your back? 'cause my gat got mine 

Find a brother with some dreads and now you figure you're gonna kill him 

Well I grab my gun when I see one I'm gonna fill him 

Why should you live in fear thinkin someone is gonna get ya 

I bet ya, before he gets me he'll be on a Stretcher 

Solo nigga pulls a trigger on the s-o-m 

And if there's more than one I'll have to kill the rest of them 

Buckshots, leave a body ripped, 'cause I got equipped 

With a shotty quick, that nobody wanna riff with 

Get split open with the fury of the lead g 

Rat-a-tat, tat-a-tat, flat is what your head be 

Dead see, why don't brothers wanna let me function 

When I pull it, kids be eatin bullets like a luncheon 

Adam got a magnum and I tag em with this weapon 

Be threatened, 'cause adam be pullin a pistol if you're steppin 

I don't like it but I guess that that's the way it has to be 

Live and let live but then you're dead before you're blastin me 

 

Chorus 2x 

Are you remember?




Trina Moe

Artist: Dmx